December 10, 2015

il mio giochi assurdi non finiscono mai...

photograph by Pierre Verger ©
(taken in São Salvador da Bahia
during Carnival in the-Brazil, 1950’s)



il mio giochi assurdi non finiscono mai

they were in an underground theater troupe
their connectivity depended on the price 
of rubber re-usables, what could be, 
skag-scummed-skimmed-from the whims 
of progress and profit...

this wasn't a junk haven drama festival 
rather it was all of humanity's ornate oozing 
most often, it was what toxins were left 
on our insides, wanting the outside: unseen part times, 
monkeys, chains, calliopes and silly hats...

I ducked in, a step or two ahead 
of what constituted the law of this land 
asking the barker hurriedly,

"might I divine my future escape here?"

yes, he nodded, grin widening...

hmm, were there going to be tea leaves 
in the actors' expressions, when I would be
scanning the sparse audience in shadowy recline 
I would have to find out, eyeballing my chances 
snidely, smiling at the Betty Boop cigarette girl 
on the way in...

could I loosen my trousers 
for the light and dark play 
for pleasurable sin 
could the ritual begin 
without my consent 
or intention...no, 
not until, I
am paying 
the soul's entry fee
to have more flesh 
for my bones...


EJR ©

8 comments:

  1. Is there ever flesh behind the paper of our masks?

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    1. What a great question...thanks for the observation...

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  2. heh-heh...'tea leaves / in the actor's expressions' - fab.

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    1. I am much obliged, having you say as such...

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  3. Wow, what a lifestyle you lay out here...it feels pretty dark and skanky. I loved the lines "this wasn't a junk haven drama festival
    rather it was all of humanity's ornate oozing" and then your last stanza...well, it's a choice.

    Gayle~

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  4. Flesh-n-no-HeARt
    is
    n-wet-desert-now
    or
    one-night-n-stand..
    of
    soUl-n-no-spiRit-now...

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