Poems can be made of marathon readings too! This
particular one is. |
how else can you get there except by sheer determination you are born good inclined to sit up straight during the dinner hour oh yes to sit up close and tight for your neighbor's girl who wrote poems about your next Parisian mulberry pink parasol summer you monkey around with images at the General's Window like on Margaretta Street as if this were magic we all love you straight from the heart you learned it all as a child something about assuming the position of an Indian mother who scouted and coaxed you into sitting with the little guys who in turn liked you hanging curtains in the tree cabin liked your bermuda shorts as those shorts were on fire non-stop through hours and hours of the etc. of marking time strand by straw strand non-stop through Gemini's season lying on your stomach in the grass and peering across the French-like schoolyard as if through a wet rainbow to the insouciant sea with a tribe of little guys who are wild about you about each other about life how does it come to this the shape of your rhomboid moods the inveigled stage of yesterday's wildwing fortune packing up a suitcase for running off to the circus hiddden in the milk cartons and chocolate bon-bons, devouring a cold lunch plate as Pegasus and the others wanted you so much to do wanted a kindess from you as your behest season of genius rose up for celebration with the simple moment of crystals in ice rusting through timely hours I know only those who feather these loose pages carefully ergo boundless trivial pursuit then a step closer infinitesimal perhaps faltering but there certainly you not that you are hopeless but that we are hopelessly in love with you One speaks louder for a grand and glorious moment not a soul seems to know you your darting shadow like the sterling silver at the flea market we are aware that you must begin to know how to learn, confusion sets in like the sun in the eyes of a fellow on a blue barstool singing Sheeeeeena and Sherrrrry Baby the knowledge needed to review the hours is still beyond still parcel of some finer degree you tend to dismiss that you have entered into foreign Eureka the clouds moving, into a greater space with a view we see you from the catwalk with cherished poems about LiPo Valentines seeing all and everything in one stinging moment crying in the beer You decide in many sublime riddles and something is funny if it is too difficult to understand too mind-boggling to partake of your letters are large as mum's flowers are big but smell nice like your mum's feet as she darts from the bath to the bedroom in a furry housecoat, her tawny hair blasting the walls as Emerson proposed, the transparent condition so we sometimes eat vegetables, I guess, the arrival of a counter-destiny has us sitting at the cathedral awaiting the true feelings of our hearts to be buried with our hatreds now it may soon be a different day studying the map, becoming the navigator, in space and time with no apparent warning of hot cats-eyes and matchless outercourse on a merry-go- round the dirt one foot in mid-air the dirt the dirt the miffing the dirt like switching from station to station on a transistor radio and them humming with greetings through the danger you know we have all talked about you already what finds you in front of an audience young jagged and scared eager and dumb REALIZE YOU ARE REAL and then through the golden silence after leaving a noisy bar TALK for this is the marathon bar talk poem |