when writing poems, i often take some poetic liberty, emotionally speaking. (wouldn’t you know it?) with regards to this one and this moment, deep inside there is a feeling of longing and of missing: experienced and felt in its purity, beauty, and simplicity. a magnetism arose to explore the emotions & its surrounding crevices, ceilings, & reflections through words, rhythm and whimsy, to explore through play and art. it’s not an accurate portrait of my inner world, rather it’s a creation inspired by my inner world. my mind finds tantalizing beauty in the juxtaposition and chiaroscuro of light, dark, shades – poetry is a wondrous channel of adventure, sublimation, indulgence – and so this is how the song goes.
Salvo Surreal
who wants to be a lonely
bug with me in which chastity
turns your neck like a rubber band,
pull and snap and hey there’s loneliness,
hey fits like a rubber glove, hey,
dancing in my stomach like swan lake,
promising pirouettes of grace for heaven’s sake,
promising to do whatever it takes to go not
down but back,
back and deep into the gut of it all, back to the opening of the door to the
rusty floor corner to the whispers of wispy cobwebby marshmallow dusk, yes,
the dreamy dust salvo that precedes sunset, slow and quiet,
right before the sun goes down.
you ever notice the sun stays out all day, so generous and bright up there
in the sky,
and the moment it sets, when it sinks into the water, gone from sight,
out all day for hours and hours, how this,
this happens in minutes,
this, the catwoman of transition,
she happens fast.
