Monday, March 22, 2010

yes, I still write these things

I want to dance the
rainy Brooklyn sidewalks, lead the
bums and misfits into a choreographed
showtune of puddle splashin',
lightning lighting, thunder percussion --
spin off the walls and wail into
the lamp posts

     Cliche crab apple Hollywood cream and more . . .
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I'll tie his shoes and he'll spit
shine mine . . . then, an arm-and-
arm street-funk shuffle, by couples,
'cross the Brooklyn Bridge
-- small lighted
globes on girders are the only stars in
the galaxy of soft-shoe stutter-step
into Big Town . . .

Baby baby baby it's gonna be
a long night of kiss and squeeze --
straight to hell, and OH the
happy Persephone parade . . .

Blind folded, one by one -- tick-tock
cadence of moon tide clicks our
stiff limbs into clop clop
clop, one-by-one moan stride . . .

-- all hidden eyes blazin' with glow of
ocean --

(Oh, each of us -- a drop in a
tidal wave . . . but we're comin' down,
baby, we're comin' down)

     *sound of wave crashin' . . . 
whatever the sound of ideas, people (water?), and 
bloody hearts upon
pavement (stone hearts) sounds like*

*whatever that sounds like*


8 comments:

  1. There are three poets I love in the world, that make me think poetry is okay--and not only okay, but vital: Ginsberg. Neruda. And you.

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  2. I absolutely LOVE the rhythm and cadence of this poem. It just rolls off the tongue and sends you to another world. Love it!

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  3. Thank you, Rona, for your kind comment. That means a lot.

    And thanks, babe, for always reading and comenting. I get a kick out of what you get a kick out of in my writing.

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  4. after reading this a little further, I thought it was a song you were quoting, although I don't think you've ever done that on here, then I realized it really was you writing this. It's funky and I can so see you leading the bums in a dance -fun! It still seems like a funky song to me though :)holly

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  5. This is my favorit poem of yours, so far.

    It has the otherworldy worble that I look for in all art. That place where imagination tweaks my perseption of beauty, what emerges I would have never dreamed.

    I am happy as shit that you still write these things. They allow me to forgive my "insanity".

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  6. Thanks you thank you, brosef. Glad it rattled your primordial cord, sure as hell did mine!

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  7. Another note, Nic: in stretching my brow among the literati, I lost my yawp. Welcome back!

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