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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ReplyDeleteparmigiano 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
Deletebut sometimes i have to lie as still as i do in an mri to catch the scent trail...
Deleteso here i am conversing not rehearsing as if another drill
Deletewith myself fighting the locks at the window sill
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ReplyDeletethe arlene song was good btw...
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ReplyDeleteno, just a love of cooking
Deleteare we having a conversation...?
Deletei'll just close my eyes so there is no need for a face to voice...
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Deletecooing
Deletepigeons
crown
kings
the empress eats well
Yes, it is such a conversation...so much so that I will even use an almost proper punctuation.
Deletebut i cannot promise poems won't spill out
Deletepretty witty sister
Deletei just had to bite
even if it meant
stealing dorothy's bike
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ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2u2GKqA0UZs
Deletelearned 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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ReplyDeletequeen, sweet potato, fibonacci's sequence, jazz and calliope
Deletenow that's a list poem
Deleteso this is where i ask you, what is it you seek beyond definition...?
DeleteAll 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 ...
Deleteyou have a love of entendre...
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Deletei catch that like "early morning rain"
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ReplyDeletehonest without biography, nice
Deletelike the red buds of a maple tree
besides i already suspected you preferred un-congealed to congealed...
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Deletewell you have a point there...
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ReplyDeletewanting 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...
Deletethundery rain here, big bellowing rumbles
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Deleteno...
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ReplyDeleteI do appreciate the throwing me a straight edge to the parabolic curves...
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DeleteYes vaguely, was it hair up hand on throat fostering of a gear neck..?
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