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Once manifested on the
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.
Then I looked in the mirror and the
mirror glared back in contempt- the meat, the
pillow I nursed in my belly, the spine,
always sagging like the pools of honey in my knees. I
shoveled over some Hydroxycut and pride, and bribed
it to be my lover.
Quitting was hard, unless I never
did it. Unless I cigarette-butted
my way out of Saturday rehearsals. Timed death.
As if I could peel a stopwatch from
nodules of encephalon, shake it in front
of Svetlana- ‘I have a rendez-vous with
the Pope, my future is to become a
world-class wine connoisseur, wine
demands an open mouth, not skinny torsos and
high relevé’
Little girls always dream in the soles of pink pointe shoes,
but magic approximates deception and the infamous
split blooded toe.
My mother has the home tapes. Me shanae-ing on
kitchen floor so close to the bowl of kiwis I could sense
the lanate growth. Then I got dizzy. Then I fell and
sprained the right ankle. It’s been
twenty-two Broadway shows, twenty-three if you
count the one where Price made us tap dance
on Eighth Avenue to prove to Lenny that we were
diverse and versatile (I don’t know how to tap).
Now, my feet are lumps of unheated coal and a post-it
note folds on the desk of your office, green like the tea I
brew on Saturday afternoons. That,
I guess, must be resignation.
all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
AGE comes upon. us gradually,realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Hearing no longer
acute,coments and questions will need a
repeat for our world is no longer distinct.
One day we need assistance with what
others voice and say.Deficient,an aid. to
complement the grey.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Floaters appear in our
eye,magnification is needed for things both
near and far,the door is ajar.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation
hits us all of sudden.Fingers have nodules
and bumps,no longer grip and to prevent a
fall,we walk with a stick.
Wisdom and experience of life is ignored,
not wanted at all.Absent the mind,sometimes
'senior moments' we recall for the realisation
of age,so gradual creeps up on us all.
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My essence dangled in
Time's barren boughs
And winds of emotions
Passed hurling silence
Rising from crypt
My eyes fixed on hourglass
Watching trapped moments
In nodules of despair
And the strange me
Thriving in my own orphic world
Ever widening galaxy of restless feelings
Swirled in monotonous orbit of
Lights and shadows
It was then
Poetry came to me
To hold my wandering heart
I leaped through
Sands of time
To find my moist reflection
Beneath filament of poetic lines
Reminding me the
Colour and magic
Breathing in the hidden verses
Home of metaphors
That my ink-stained soul
Kept undemonstrative
Even unknown to me
Poetry showed me
My inner world
Muses celebrating in dance of words
Now I traverse through lanes of emotions
That destiny never gave chance
To walk through
With poetry entwined
My heart knows no regrets
Poetry bleeding from my thoughts
Says all
That my voice
Has forever failed to
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AGE
comes upon us all
gradually realisation
hits all of a sudden
Hearing no longer
acute
comments & questions
need a repeat
in a world no longer distinct
One day
we need assistance
with
what
others voice and say
an aid to
complement the grey
AGE comes upon us
so gradually realisation
hits all of a sudden
floaters appear
in our eye
magnification is needed for
near and far
the exit door is ajar
AGE comes upon us
gradually
realisation
hits all of sudden
fingers have nodules
& bumps
& no longer grip
to prevent a fall
we walk with a stick
sometimes
'senior moments' we often recall
when the realisation
of age
gradual creeps up
on us all