Odd Story Ii
Damn it's G,
Yes I'm him: El or him
That's what she said,
But she ain't sad
Switching switches,
And Fused Light bulbs
Twisted turning tables,
In Dead living rooms-
Thou shall know what weird is:
Peeking through tiny wholes
Beams of light emanating in-
Front of my eyes,
Reflecting my soul,
Casper wound me-
about the other side:
Strange people chasing odd dreams
Cause corporates took the G:
Sold it to phantoms,
Now they think that they are G's...
And Truth be told,
Body is matter: the pastor's black robe,
White collar reflect enlightening words
More sun little rain,
Dried up lands, over flooded oceans
Big ships but no shipments,
Lack of trade due massive sales:
Greedy wolves with no packs
Suffering from old age,
No alpha's and omegas
Just writers writing bootlegs,
Hoping to put full stops-
So the madness would end,
Recorded as legends
Cause the characters found there lost boot,
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Categories:
bootlegs, allegory, art, riddle,
Form: List
Memory Pack Rat
This photograph of me and you
gauze red shirt and winter sunned
on our way to New York City
to traipse the town and eat Chinese
is still on my refrigerator door.
Twelve years passed, maybe more.
Somehow our smiles with open mouths
to catch the air of frozen thoughts
in camera eyes and shutters and clicks
self-set on the roof of your car,
still grab me in passing and make me look.
That day, we listened to Ben on the radio.
Laughed like goofs to our self-made
bootlegs of concerts where we stood three feet from the stage.
Me, being asked to play his piano.
Him - with birthing shoulders, so small, so slight.
It's dizzying really.
We escaped time, life, history
just to step our own feet in that city smell,
that breath of sidewalk vendors, almost Spring tulips,
stone statues and salty sand from the last snowfall of winter.
All this time, and this one photograph, held with a tacky magnet on my refrigerator
holds a memory, and a memory, and a memory again.
- and people wonder why I am a pack rat...
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Categories:
bootlegs, friendship, happiness, nostalgia, people,
Form: Blank verse