there's a new series on cable television called, ' she wears me pretty petted, swept tided on off jetty like Schrödinger's cat hair ' ..................................................................................#NaPoWriMo2016

illustration by Edmund Dulac, from 'The Snow Queen'

In episode one 
as emotions grew 
need for organ 
replacements did too
scene by scene 
you were seen hawking 

sympathy for the devil 
by way of telethon  
televised live in human

under belly explorations 
or rebuking

 every living moment 

you were and are 

to be found 

burning with 
 and for 

another

we wore each other's scent 
once were awake 
and we went out 
to greet drum/skin/tappers 
as they tipple paraded down 
narrow street cobblestones ... 

my fantasy is slippery, you say 
as dew begins to tag along 
with a chill 
after midnight brings 
late April's pan eddied shadows 
before harbor light 
or dawn comes round 
to teach us how to read again ... 

what can we press as felt 
for fiber fed into a cotton 
candy type spinner machine 
then hand mechanically turned 
to more of a life together 
more of what instantaneous 
means gratifyingly close 
to the heart and lungs 
we pin chests 
hoping to claim 
any scent left 
for secrets inside cedar 
the best kept 
wept afterglow 
we can sew 
into the dark ...

folding one's self 
into this material 
one becomes 
lamb's ear soft 
and a ready to wear nostalgia
something without need 
to be cut and shaped 
or milled and marrow-ed 
into lamp shades ... 

pretty darlings and three little piggies ...

martinis and lounge music anyone ... 

care to dare yourself 
a little time capsule back seat 
backyard bomb shelter 
we can watch 
our old selves 
chase the empty pieces 
trailing behind us 
as we fill 
and fall 
with mischief 
and pride, perhaps 
in an early 60's chic 
with minimalist lines ...

you play lonely housewife 
I play traveling salesman 
by the end of the vignette 
I am running out to get 
you a new coffee table before 
your husband comes home ... 

and after commercial segue 
we fade in 
from white noise 
to foothills 
of the Tyrolean Alps 
in thick pine and hemlock 
covered forests draped 
at the feet 
of jagged peaks ... 

they are : 
daring us to ascend 
the castles of sand 
and blended sky 
maps we made 
when the blue fae 
had become 
our friends 
way back 
in season one ...


EJR ©