'La Madeleine à la veilleuse', Georges de La Tour c 1640. |
i heard coltrane after the rain
in ebbs and flows
each note goes the way June bugs do
my flop house ears are near points of revival
palmettos down south crawl fly shell crunchy underfoot
so i walk on by this row of houses
au jus smells wafting sugar brown waffle cone
Belgian vanilla crust caramel too mmm
i want to stick my dick in the cake(s)
the pie(s) on the window sills
i want to spill this moment
a lap velvet language
of poem sigh lean back
and wander the wondering(s)
oh it is Easter and the bonnets tilted so
but i'll have you know
this is a tail and antler show
what kinds of sides will there be
at the dinner table, linen set
silver polished or pot luck
with each extended member
bringing their best service
will there be riotous romping sounds
of children a-foot seemingly wearing Achilles' shoes
will your hand slide beneath the table
while serve your guest first is heard
you smile to table and look at me
saying after you poet
so i dig in
nibble bitten
at first
mustn't seem
as thirsty
as i feel
i'm just learning
how to drive
this poem
somewhere
inside a moment
stolen or two
with you...
between slow savory
gravy over biscuits
you give me hibiscus tea
wishing the viscous
and damning account proclamations
of Akasha in your eyes
is what feted tongues
i speak of
poems, she says, pour your night sky
into stars that fall to pay tribute to me
she says they do this because
the night is a vault
to put away your day light when needed
she says, you may need some of yours now
the ford gum here, it is a lot like chick licks
you said, here try this machine
they're from the circuses beyond
any reason not to want to live
she gave me coins
cups, swords and staves
i put them in
the overturned glass globe
atop its' round table top design
housing a nickel plated mechanism
of surprise and variance
i was choosing hope
as a way to flavor her
bare toes going starry eyed
and digging into my soul
in this waking life dream
for some Sunday
is right now Monday
in
seeped
warm bosomy
memoranda
but i am
wearing her azure
assuredly dreaming
past words into Nod
i carry a smile
and say her name
three times
out the open window
by my bedside
knowing she listens
to music and reads signs
EJR ©
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ReplyDeletewell thank you
ReplyDeletefor the ride
i am dancing to
muse music and
my seams
come ripping
zip lining
through trees
with an ease of lean
lather rinse and repeat
is the seat comfortable you ask
and i look over and say
is that a hurst shifter
you laugh and say of course...
driving the poem is the exact kind
of chaos i prefer to be throttled by
hiding in the title: "a poem for when goddesses snow" ... so beautiful
ReplyDeleteI see "caramel tomb" hiding in there as well.
And,
"but i'll have you; know"
"so i dig in
nibble bitten" ... I love the way this sounds when I say it aloud. Same here:
"between slow savory
gravy over biscuits"
hibiscus = hi/bye excuse ... or hi/bye's cues ... or high-bi-s-cuss (I can do this forever.)
"wishing the viscous" ... happy ears over this
feted, fetid, fated, feed-id
The Staves:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYV0Wp0MdZ4
"i put them in
the overturned glass globe
atop its' round table top design" ... No apostrophe needed here.
Love:
"housing a nickel plated mechanism
of surprise and variance"
"i was choosing hope
as a way to flavor her" ... You know how quickly the flavor fades, don't you? Of gum, I mean ... and girls, probably.
"bare toes going starry eyed
and digging into my soul" ... Beautiful image. One of my favorite songs:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBf2v4mLM8k
I love this:
"for some Sunday
is right now Monday
in
seeped" ... You tucked in something like "I sin seep" with your clever indentations.
"warm bosomy
memoranda" ... "warm boss o' my me, more ... and "randa" = randy panda :P
"past words into Nod" ... this is when you're speechless and literally can't do anything but soundlessly agree, with your head
"i carry a smile" ... This is kind of scary because it secretly says "I Carrie a smile," and we all know how crazy Stephen King's Carrie is. Who knows what that smile means?!
No, seriously. This is so beautiful and tender and sweet:
"i carry a smile
and say her name
three times
out the open window
by my bedside
knowing she listens
to music and reads signs" ... You know I love this, especially the last line. Particularly now that I know we share the same sign.