so I walk through doors
knob turning the lion heads
and there's Lot's wife
smoking a blunt
yes, yes-sing again undressing my sin
in parabola princess
to sit and spin mi la Popessa
she weens me
feeds me
by bounce to pounce
each ounce and bitten part
of me in her poem
I am a patient of hers
bearing ways through her
amniotic peel-walls
her narwhal maelstroms
her leaning and collapsing me
into each curled
pearl of undertow
fingers, frenzied hands
in prayer position
and every time I hear her Mmm
and asterisk me my own hand
goes left path southbound again
so I try to catch every wisdom
in the drops of rain
this is where the rolling vignette-ification
of the poem and dialogue with lust begins
sos and now that I'm drowning
here comes the harder part
following up where I don't want to start
talking about my incurable ass-holism
it is a lot like gambling
or drug abuse
or drinking
to the empties
until the house is given away
it's all the serotonin reuptake inhibitor's fault
late night tv says I can sue if the meds don't work
so why not fuck the system gentle in the light
rough and tumble in the shadows
my lady liberty fantasy likes it that way
the rolling roles ride tied waves
remember how to get to pickles
and ice cream after midnight
our written histories
and tapestries
of parlance posterity
will come fashioned
from plastic
and bread ties
a vagary explains to me
when the comets c\ome
and give us more oceans
most of us get gills
a few feathery wings
and fewer still
climb peaks
and watch
how thin
they became
why shadows
sometimes it is better to be
a paralyzed joy-poet watching
dryads work the magic
of Spring into the glen
themselves
exempli gratia
freshwater crayfish
have dreams too
they seek images
moving to tabla beats
sitar strings tam-buzz
afar and near
bilateral symmetric
cephalopod roosters crowing
about every mouth
being a vagina shrine
this part is flicker light
strewn through an alley
tossed shoe silk lace
bedpost-ed tide chambers
a symphonic legend began
in a made up
or dreamt remembering
here I was
hearing it was
me a self induced
at times stymied
thermal emittance
mad writer
on the fire escape
listening high
composition book
and black ink pen
hoping the poem doesn't
run out on me
jimmy hat lost keys
found window rapping up the
tumbled stone driveway edge
handful of river bottom
maybe I threw the last one
with too much force
Sunday morning watching
slag Sun rising
o'er newly fallen snow...
Paganini tremolos
tremble saber rattle pane-d wind
broken glass for church
today's sermon sea men adventure begins
with the lattice nymphs
telling their children
to bring them breakfast in bed
because they played each other's
endless tender ferocity(s)
all night inside vulcanized clitoris music
they spent themselves hooding surrender
to the sounds of their coy to very frank violin-ing
said they were sleeping in
and would be practicing again
come dawn salutation tea time
they especially needed nourishment
having fended off armies of squid
some time after the third or fourth
calendrical movement, these squid
who by being satyrs of the sea
kept on trying to impregnate
their esophagi with
seed voice choose me(s)
guile knees and please
lavendEr amber Moon teasing
the ease in side board
bouquet banquet ware
traipsing velvet drapery hair
squarely bunted around
their low angled coronas
and wet oval clock works
all I wanted to see
was her time scalloped glass dish
for the eggs and each wish
of braid, unbraid
and ways she handled reins
rope pulleys and explanations
over the row houses across my street
she was my wanton abandonment
basket reed-ing tickle belly noodging
catching my babies
in the clouds aloft
as they race by
west face hillside
the best water climbs
Poestenkill from old river
to gain the Taconic
ridge skinned carpet birth
land of never seeing Pan
this Hudson escarpment
is steeped bosom desire
hearty rye early tree
bent and stretch limbs
posterior bark and beg(s)
in bloom even under
April snow
we interrupt this poem for an important tangent mood swing
something is...
haunting me
a tendril lilting
melody I already knew
would soften me
turn me into
a jack horner plumber
hymen-tine-d
hymn palmed
shore routine
drinking
to get in
she is Parvati and Rati
every incarnate
I came to tame
but left wild
brought me
closer to
my own divinity
Parvati makes everything
snow white paper petal-ed poems
hymns the loam thirst
of falling asleep
thieving joy every night
knowing to keep
an open window
and clay jar
to catch
and release
Rati canes bees
declaring that
none shall pass
unless crawling cut glass
bleeding her whispered name
a slow fist
she insists we resist at first
then exclaims that's it
that's what throne wit \for a bit spit lotion shines with
and this is about her asking:
would we mind
taking our time telling her
every eskimo word for snow
I channel surf from here
the monkey god s ssslow leaking
discovery's jazzy jizz
and I would mind being Admiral Byrd
but if I could find
every axis point
wobble open door
to y our kind
often prefers
cage and zoo
I'd buy some air time
at three am too
she calls me \/^\/
made a siren sneeze-y
under white noise clothes
I get these thoughts that
trigger response
mechanism origin orgasms
mother may eyes again on fours
daddy please dues due do doe do(e)s
stretching the stars to point the toes and...
hymnal chant starts repeating
they are Parvati and Rati
every incarnate
we came to tame
but left wild
brings us
closer to
their divinity
EJR ©
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ReplyDeleteOkay, it will drive me crazy if I don't comb the last section, so here goes ... and then I'll switch over to some "nice job" comments for a while:
ReplyDeletesome favorites:
"ridge skinned carpet birth"
"in bloom even under" ... even undear; even none, dear
April s now ... can't stop changing, or I fall on the floor and start to cry; rec-reating myself keeps me alive ... or at least somewhat functional
"we interrupt this poem for an important tangent mood swing" ... it's the only way I know
"something is...
haunting me
a tendril lilting
melody I already knew
would soften me
turn me into" ... turn me in, too
"hymns the loam thirst
of falling asleep" ... I wish. That's all I want. To fall asleep and be at peace.
"Rati canes bees
declaring that
none shall pass
unless crawling cut glass
bleeding her whispered name" ... This reminds me of Home Alone; how the boy sets all the traps to keep the intruders from harming him ... but he's sharp, and he has a lot of fun messing with them ... my favorite was the iron to the guy's face; man that looked painful
"then exclaims that's it" ... ex-claims that sit
"throne wit" ... thrown wit
"under white noise clothes" ... like we're wearing fans
"I get these thoughts that
trigger response" ... Trig her response; Trig, her response ... I love math in poems.
Very smart, the way you altered the chant. It makes this road you're traveling a journey, and you've learned that what you're seeking is not your own divinity, but ours (the girls you meet, befriend, and leave) ... you're not just trying to get something for yourself; you're trying to touch someone else's Divinity ... which is candy, which I make perfectly, which is delicious, but mostly just for Christmas, and once, in a great while, in response to special requests.