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| Odysseus Fighting with the Beggar Lovis Corinth - 1903 |
<each gaze to the darkened stage read like
playbill-menus for us behind the curtain>
the orders
were wandering
wondered ordeals
cyclical ritual feasts
at which I was
a banquet server
a ripe and sometimes
randy beggar Robin Starveling ...
on over a rover clover clay dug red
and green and red again
velvet loom looming
I was told
play the prey fallen prey
a groom once on pace perhaps ...
snails leave trails
that glisten listening
to you steeping
swimmingly carefree
in your own sweet tea
pools and reflection ...
I would spy water
glasses thresh pulsed
diets tied to
billow spread life
what's the
mattering splattered
over surmising
any surprise each new
murmuring audience held ...
I would go ribald Tybalt
to Mercutio o'er
their tables lit
w/candor to coy sexy
language-d as intent
(and in an aside)
most incidental
or personal telephone
booth to text
poems of a future
not yet dreamed of
would cast attention
away from us
into this den
of smitten with mostly
their own direction(s)
and it was this misdirection
that was the subterfuge needed
to get into what their succulence
held and we had hoped to pluck ...
because we knew
every once or twice
we would catch them looking
and steal their eyes
by selling them
on feeding our noses
their ever ever wishing
for more frequent greater visions ...
and when spoken
especially gleefully
in said conditions
time doth mesmerize
their ability to reason
and in this light
we did advantage
ourselves
of every Eden
we could ...
et voilà :
si vous voulez voir plus
alors vous devez
payer pour entrer ici voila
this act written
to the you
understood and portrayed
as played on this
a sense
of reaping repeatedly
what has been tilled
sown grown harvested
and gone turn again ...
we hear crickets
they are beginning
to inherit
the reins outside
of this new normal
this weird weather Wednesday
Friday frinday Tuesday Maundy
maudlin manics with mirrored light
settling in on a pattern for the evening ...
sew needle pulling thread
I am fucking around with
fucking with something
I don't often do
and it is quite possible
it can or will end badly ...
or be seen as wise
should I survive or even thrive
after said cause and effect
dog and pony show ...
this is a handy plot device
no matter what part
of the space and game show
you want to send
your imagined loyal army
of lady robot sous chefs to
who by the way of inference
from description can handle knives
and your time's management ...
they're fleshed accordingly
a tonality hushed fingers to lips
whisper traipse you've entered
into the role playing
part of the programming
so let us seek shadow riders
reed breathers thinkers
and the bitten with
under water until
the Moon says
come play and be
with me for awhile ...
midsummer's slide
toward Autumn
with Pandora
is nearing
innuendo crescendo
cue the timpanis
would you please
for having suspended
belief, we are
serving the audience
their own roan thin
sliced sentimental once ago(s) ...
an entire audience's
eyes poached with pears
and figs in port wine ...
what delight it is for us to see
all of what traded humanity
has in store for these pleasing moments
we thieve or think we should keep to eat ...
as when to start
dear audience did
believing in us and
the tales we spoke
of becoming
their very own
dessert this evening ...
permanent
or legacy
we stated, was an
inner sight per
performance
and the cost
of flight
was what forever night
of theirs meant,
we fancied ...
EJR ©
