John William Waterhouse: A Hamadryad - 1895 |
she was all carjack crackling
with early age electricity sounds
and hack a thon premonitions
she was this velvet tells it jar
a genie or talisman
that was meant to talk you in
to touring every world
you encounter from when
each life as a cell began...
this time she was
a paper wrapped afar
we were in her car
slip disc admitting
ignition from failure
to repeating certain burns
she said switching bait
was to bake and lure
all hell to a broke loose
she wanted to make sure
i knew to cook my goose slowly
drain the succulent fat
into cult-i-vat-ed root vegetable
bubble and spit
she wanted me to leave
her viscous wish lists
she said she would have to put
the attainment directions
directly into and onto my skin...
perhaps the first poem was lost
to the laptop power outage
on purpose, a magic momentary lapse
the present as a presented mighty tonic mystery
some thing for me to swear by and surrender to
revering all of what i used to be in that poem
then the screen went black and i had to re-boot
shoot i can't remember everything we did
can you...
but when the photo books come out
i swear myself off of humanity
and earmark an exit from paraded life...
i'd rather keep my own carousel illuminations
my versions of whorled whirling calliope worlds
my nautilus calling in an archaic ocean language
something lyrical and symphonic
that can say while mimicking wind and rain
demons and angels be one and the same
elegant poetry and litany
of shadow restraint
to beamed when willed
and compelled to do so...
when unleashed they swill
our beer, wine and spirits
swearing to themselves
we heathens do this best
and in return they spill beans
on what god means between beauty
and the explanations science brings
for art to steal into, though mostly
for the reasons why we live and die
each a held breath in a fragile embrace
of what holding light through night brings
and quietly the melody plays
satyr, nymph and the arts
of pleas and offerings
poems are like
rings around trees
counting the stars
with their leaves
though we only
know this when
this reach is
put down for
us to see
EJR ©
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