readying the crash test dummy self for national poetry month

Poestenkill Gorge 

bully wock cock on a walk chalk talk outlines fade in the rain
we hear jazz beats beats that seep sleep reap the benny tenny
dub too microphone check one two what is this ...

and away I went into evening six pm
and the light stretches
nearing April the fool
and the star dusty regards
we, poem and eye,
lean light womb
yolk yoked fire sight
nose says go ahead
give all you thought you knew
a clear view
and I'll know
if when then and why
the sky is full of rivers
silted slit-ted electron-ed gold
disguised as words
in the herds
of folks we just wish
would shut up
a moment or two
especially in public
with a
cell phone
and ear buds 
ya feel me ...

desire holds us
to standards
in the carve
on the curve
wind and rain
above and below
the Mendoza lines
of saving face
I remember
being ...

eerily lobed strobe-d in almost 
I was in a dome lit 78 Newport
with the public radio on
some weird Moroccan shit Rif Mountain Musicians
kept pitter-ing(s) pattern-less junkets and pocket lightning
125 mph down 378
one finger steering
the poem veered
to avoid life
so did I ...

atoned bold stoned brave face, blind to fate,
in a race to taste the scent of near death
being born
poem said
cry
I did
now watch yourself die
after which
there'll be a beautiful
silence
much like here
when this poem
ends
you can
hear the ocean ...

EJR ©

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Master Musicians of Jajouka