NaPoWriMo 2013 # 12...

from the film ‘Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex (But Were Afraid To Ask) 1972

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I’ll sing for the talons

for the river stoning

cut cloth of my memory

for the clay, salt and

compressed entities

of my humanity

in its found faces

in bits and pieces

little spirits, angels

nebbish brownies

the wee, those hidden

in my plain sight

déjà vu-ing a bingo

a lingo of hunches

and blank stares

numbers called

chanced intersects

staring for more

they will say I was high most times

and they will be right

but if I could ignore myself

for as long as I have been

ignoring others for pot and piss

for instance, then this

is just a piece of cake

I am spotted, coded white

another piece of my lust, falling

caught flake paint

peeling itself a view

to advent calendar snow

I went hunting

searching privacy

to rub the magic

tightening myself

a mason jar to fantasy

I was getting close

my toes were askew, I trusted

my hand held fantasy musket

was coming near due

I form fit my moan

to that please me, I saw written

on her skirt, classy, below the knee

wrapped just right for me to see

the rest of the world

was behind the curtain too

and they all had paid a price

just like, I was willing to do

EJR ©