a spoke and knee rhetoric channel tv play, in two acts
(first act:prayer I swear/second act:squeeze howl balloon instead of popping it)
to balance sugar use salt dear:
with every face
Eve turns more
towards her Lilith
and Adam knows
just to watch
how they wield
life and each other
through every season
sometimes
being a man
means being woven
with luck enough
to become aware
even fleetingly
of how sweet being
caught in a woman's rain is
and that these cycles and rituals
we are daring to be drawn into
are houses to be built and razed
as part of the steward/ship/s
an ever evolving symphony
with maestro smiles
feeding tactile perceptions
and a faith
in intuition's
base line
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and this is once exposed:
comic antic ancillary scary
vibrato terry cloth tight snap
and you better be quick
or the rhythmic slick
will cut you thick to the bone
skin and flesh
soul to sold penny arcade dime MAry tow two times stem cell
wet went to Peru initiation stages
we carried provisions by ass
up steep mountain sides
switch back slow turns
temperature fluctuating wildly
went out to eat
a wrought iron arch glass
puebla tiled burning hearts
palace with corner altar candles
altering saints to slotted mother may eyes
in an old brick building next
to the train station that was
over my head outside
describing this
inside I overheard
an old fashioned ordered
this was a margarita bar and taco joint
and the kind and patient
dark eyed vamp pipetted
a now I'm caught
a cherry absent face
I could still look down
at me but catch
myself inside her shirt
down a few slated salted rims
if you know
what I mean
though that was pure fantasy
the what if a poet slips in
to induce a feeling
interaction
verbal infinities
someday(s) and maybe(s)
I and the certainty
of wobble mood to Moon
madness has always
been my thing
as is pursuit of joy
though I understand
the more higher orders
of said jubilation is
reaching for more than I do
I'm honing my own
stowaway sacrifice anyway
so it is nice to pretend
someone else like you
knows how to wield my mirrors
and change the weather
or at least dance radio green apple step lively(s)
dowager the street fanny
shaved bricks curved along the curbs
the trains overhead occasionally rumbled on south
towards the Rensselaer/Albany rail station
I could hear the conductor calling
next stop in the poem...
EJR ©
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ReplyDeletewe mustn't be silly have to wrap thy willy...low man south bound and again the orchestra pit is filled with those that didn't make the ark...so we listen to 'Bad Brains' and 'Burning Spear' instead...moshing the linguistics until we're sticky and no longer filled with dread...
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