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| Elmwood cemetery, Troy NY |
a roaring beauty
poem's silence was
screams
and pain
subsided
to be institutionalized
by open society's
jarring sounds
white noise brigades
Snake mothers
the writhe broods
and garter belts
anything price-
hiked up high
thighs, fingers, burnt tongues
bees, birds and
will call windows
full of
reprise
(off tangent meandering stanza)
with certainty
memory says to write it all down
for there were these weddings
and jaunt summer travails
we needed to keep knowing
how special
these caravan events
of family travel
motorways, rest stops
games children played
to keep from being bored
reading really were
we realized every
thing and thought
made us sleepy
but if we trusted the driver
we could fall fast asleep
next to siblings or more distant relations
suitcases of dreams
old school destination stickers affixed
(edward you like that word, what word poem, "affixed" edward, yes, you're right poem
nice to break fourth wall of these formula stagings some of the time isn't it? ... yes, poem it is)
summer seemed when life happened the most
when I was growing up, knowing which cousins
smoked grass, which would get you vodka
which knew how to make quick bread(s)
who knew
brains
would be
so intoxicating
the skin of the poem
says paint me
with by products
and wasteful indulgences
the hollows of words
say take from me
these bones and blood
for they are merely illusions
when compared to how thoughts
become what is
the matter
for when alone
or in the company
of a myriad of fools
trumpets and violins
clown faced, hawking sins
we are
as poem closes
to say
always somewhere
between lovers
and friends
those not yet met
and distant family
we knew once
in order
to know
not again
EJR ©
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