don't rue a lull as allure
longing
follow the drunken neon
want some after midnight...
knife
thin meniscus
proboscis discus
saw the push button
by which I mean
surreal disdain, plainly obvious train teetering
I say off the rails, implies many things
stooge stagecraft stealthy hero masks,
I'll act wise, hone the not so apparent(s), know
the pulled off fucked up vibe leaning(s)...
crawl shards words
fall speaking
slowing down
the bit, lonely
intoxicated and aroused
going robot hooker...
peel worth corpuscle-d desire
arcane weaving(s), wandering(s)
pop culture to classics derived
pop culture pearl garden alleyways
coal, rust
sprung rain each
pollution's tiny knife...
every aware
and perspective,
wanting to be a tongue,
wanting to learn more ways
to make things bleed unnoticed...
poem and I
are writing here...
slice life thin see through...
here diverges...
Mediterranean features,
wide hips, sauce
with deft touch
throttle devil-may-care,
I go for the four hand model...
wade careen(s) and caresses...
machined guesses
raw material gone fishing(s)...
she's robot knife
thin meniscus proboscis discus...
hurling hurtling wobble assured
a vendor pimped touch screen
an interface payment plan
each pleasure priced accordingly varied
options, levels of duration and speed and location...
I choose to download every poem I ever wrote
have her read them back to me, close proximity
read her lips
while watching
an old movie...
I include the notes and rests,
an open world, with adaptable
on a stage, nose
skin tremble(s)
and anticipation(s)
all held near surrender...
I become declaration
poem want
scent decay seed
slip improvisation ellipses...
I wear tailored never-enders
lend myself to mending and learning...
I go, to a memory-worn tonight,
anywhere her eyes,
arms and growing reflection
of my fantasy can take me...
EJR ©
I really like this:
ReplyDelete"want some after midnight knife"
"going robot hooker" Ha.
An easy favorite:
"wanting to learn more ways
to make things bleed unnoticed"
"a vendor pimped touch screen" It gets sort of sad here, as now I'm seeing that this is probably about pornography, the loneliness. Have you seen a movie called Her? It's not good, kind of boring actually. But a great concept. It's about a man who "falls in love" (whatever that nonsense means) with his computer operating system. So, that kind of plays into my thinking about this poem. But certainly as it progresses, you make it clear that it's literally physical (until the very end) ... in person ... or maybe your fantasy is just so real that you almost believe it's truth. Or maybe this is about that stupid Ashley Madison scandal.
I LOVE this stanza:
"I choose to download every poem I ever wrote
have her read them back to me, close proximity
read her lips
while watching
an old movie." ... I'd love to be that girl for a poet (even if completely platonic; that would just be pure magic).
I totally misread this, inserting an extra "o" with my eyes:
"an open world, with adaptable
on a stage, no[o]se
skin tremble(s)"
Another favorite section:
"I become declaration
poem want
scent decay seed
slip improvisation ellipses"
Check out this gorgeousness:
http://silenebones.blogspot.com/2016/01/slip.html
What a beautiful ending:
"anywhere her eyes,
arms and growing reflection
... can take me"
"growing reflection" ... Very clever double meaning.
It just struck me that this could mean two opposite things: "close proximity"
ReplyDeleteThis time around, I think the "she" is your fantasy itself. Not a particular fantasy, just the entirety of your imagination, the source of your poems, etc. Yes, of course she should be your lover. That is actually really sexy. I love this interpretation.