March 16, 2016

there you are my breeding brevity aka a poet collar and sleeves

Young girl eating a bird (The pleasure)
Rene Magritte, 1927





in the great vault 
where every response was met 
with a hungry dict-a-phone 
we ran out of wax cylinders 
and started melting dolls
aah my fleeting face-let 
did you get that i spied you 
painting with bark 
and how i am so smitten 
and bitten by and with you...

your voice in the dark 
the dark in your voice 
dark in your voice bathing me 
in thirsty light, a match perhaps 
free will quickly spreading to my fingers 
as i swear allegiance to oxygen
and when i breathe in, gauze lattice desperate at first
water knows my limitations 
when it comes to human ritual inner time 

i am and have been talking 
jumping in and lens-ing past 
where the safety net ends 
leaning in to the swirl 
the way the stage countenance changes 
hearing herring hurrying from blade to sin 
but foregoing a faux goad i have gone with it
as if each response then delete completed another you
another little bridge to other parts of your play 
long con no con chili con carne 
no, i am and have been talking 
to a faceless you
with many names 
bleeding inwardly  and outwardly 
meaning nothing 
yes i am so imperfect 
a lothario at times 
an uncaring cad 
a gadfly a stick in your eye 
i bargain the raw 
parts of my story 
to stay selfish
in the silence 
of my soul just before 
i pretend to inherit  
these bones i did steal 
and meant to call mine

so who knows 
if i talk to everyone 
or no one 
or just you 
or by goblin market loving my nose 
i stay the snow i've shoved up it 
or how i keep witnessing shit spit here
where again i am no one and it would seem 
i did not care enough for your noticing or remarking back 
in time enough to satisfy your chorus behind the sun...

so perhaps 
i was just a hat 
or a feather that 
might have been
and you a cat, 
seen or not how
in the marrow bells 
you are now
seeking to hear 
the music of 
in someone 
else's morning


EJR ©



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  2. mazes...hmmm now that is a funny and blissful bit of cheese

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    1. parmigiano vacche rosso is all time favorite but a good vermont colby jack is heavenly when melting over thinly sliced slightly seared vegetables...an american nubby alpine raclette really...but still delicious and willing to share the palette with other foods

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    2. but sometimes i have to lie as still as i do in an mri to catch the scent trail...

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    3. so here i am conversing not rehearsing as if another drill

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    4. with myself fighting the locks at the window sill

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    1. no, just a love of cooking

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    2. are we having a conversation...?

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    3. i'll just close my eyes so there is no need for a face to voice...

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    6. cooing
      pigeons
      crown
      kings
      the empress eats well

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    7. Yes, it is such a conversation...so much so that I will even use an almost proper punctuation.

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    8. but i cannot promise poems won't spill out

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    9. pretty witty sister
      i just had to bite
      even if it meant
      stealing dorothy's bike

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    1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2u2GKqA0UZs

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    2. learned to play bass drum, trumpet and alto horn in marching bands until high school...then found lyrics more suited to how the universe in music sounds from inside me...

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    4. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8iRLFlpIDc

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    1. queen, sweet potato, fibonacci's sequence, jazz and calliope

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    2. so this is where i ask you, what is it you seek beyond definition...?

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    3. All these small people in my house want my ears right now, and even though I want to give them to you, along with my mouth, I have to sacrifice myself. To be continued ...

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    4. you have a love of entendre...

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    6. i catch that like "early morning rain"

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    1. honest without biography, nice
      like the red buds of a maple tree

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    2. besides i already suspected you preferred un-congealed to congealed...

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    4. well you have a point there...

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    1. wanting every waking second to be in awe...the clung fabric(s) of it...its scent(s), its feel and all the sights and sounds between to touch me and take me where i don't have to wear words...

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    2. thundery rain here, big bellowing rumbles

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  11. I do appreciate the throwing me a straight edge to the parabolic curves...

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    2. Yes vaguely, was it hair up hand on throat fostering of a gear neck..?

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