What a strange pole I stand on my compass just spins Inner fumblings keep me dancing on a pin Some daft defiance of gravity lets me be Juxtaposed with the world for all to see Only let me twirl let me be let me hum with grace and buzz with glee
Month: May 2010
Down to Bean Town
In a train station in France. I’m to accompany two French ladies: a blond and a brunette. We talk in English until I decide to practice my high school French; this goes tolerably well.
After we buy tickets we stand next to the train-tube awaiting the train. We discuss which city to go to. Without settling upon a destination, we decide to purchase some vittles from the classy delicatessen just to our left in the station.
The first section, serving meats, served by a male, is strangley cordoned off: the rope holders have been pushed up against the serving glass; I have to step over them to uncomfortably place an order.
The second section, serving vegetables, served by a brunette, has no such obstacles and is not as crowded. We take our time conferring with one another what to take; the server make suggestions. There a some beautiful fried pepper slices which we take; when the server suggests something else with peppers, I object, because we already have picked some peppers.
I opt for some baked beans.
“Oh, no,” cries the server, her personality coming out. She is comparable to Zooey Deschanel with a thinner, less-healthy face.
“Yes” I insist, jovaly, picking up on the playfulness.
“You are going to decapitate them,” she says.
“I think… I think I will eat them all”
She looks hurt.
“We are going down to bean town!”
She pouts, and smiles.
“I think,” she beams, just realizing this, “I am going to be on the same train as you,” revealing small, unhealthy teeth, which do not take away from her endearing nature.
I spied you as I entered the grocer By the time I reached the checkout, I knew I had to have you Petals vibrant yellow Upon inspection revealing crimson deep within that’s how I knew cursing my impetuosity why, how need why and how I brought you home not one peep not one flower spread no color deep depressed, languishing After the dreary days Just my luck to bump into wisdom that knew your ways your needs knew you’ve outgrown your pot And at the center they knew hibiscuses like it comfy and warm Every season something new just an inch or two to continue unfurling roots and something to lean on when things need straightening The next day, amid the trees I see you sporting that same flower the one that brought me to you fully extended
Wind gushing through the tall trees at twilight The air pats me on the back with soft touches of the day’s last heat Fading rays of the sun’s reflective goodbye stream through, gloomy as moonbeams Some glint in the corner of my eye a speck of gold, supernatural Firefly I spy you hobbling around in preflight I delight in your throbbing fob as you grow into your wings Firefly What a welcome first sighting I suppose we must all crawl alone in the dusk before we dance in heady teams And as I dwaddle home I see Firefly, Firefly, Firefly out laying a phosphorescent carpet for me
O Little one flattened by the wheel of some innocuous trip to work, to school, to the grocers You lay accursed in this driveway how could your nimble speed be overrun by the suburban 5 mph As I pick you up I see not crimson blood bursting from your mouth but some bright berry you were scurrying away with
I used page through women’s clothing magazines for the babes Whatever they wore was a teasing distraction I thought I knew well Victoria’s Secret my uncle joked for me to watch out while the poison was already stealing silently through my veins That such powerful possessors would fall prey to obsession with accessories laid bare an horrific mystery Now that love has departed I wonder how much damage was dealt by my brutal insistance that her beautiful self was all that was wanted All that’s left are these seasonal mailings Sifting through the pages delving back in time for something I missed Now I look at the artifacts am in awe by the inspired, nurturing designs Watch beauty echo… echo… echo: I am beauty; take care
I take my time hopping from one lily pad to the next Until I realize I am frog not pad