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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
A porn star (that, of course, only jesus can like)
(for Shelley Lubben)
By girl is meant the cute one on the curb,
and a girl resolved into a dew:
with ketchup for blood, who
tries dying to walk, a tawny
almond- eyed
star maxing out in mid-teen,
and 'a talking of sweet fields
instead of Him-- she who left
thru the front door
According to received text (of Kinsey's, say)
and as it's prescribed, a waspy eye
is prelude to wing to joy: a mostly
forested night to start in
because from the start she's already
a pure joy
Rains on the host body (to the exclusion
of achy homes since dad was never
ever there) are proof needing none:
as are red ringlets worn over ears,
lip gloss, deepening, & hips and walk
(however sunk into the gunk of love)
She's a slew of powdery moths,
who've adored one eye each--
pillows turned into cheeks,
a girl resolved into a dew
Ah, there's a waspy sylva of them, & they'll
go thru the front door
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6 comments:
resolved into "adieu"?
I mean, that too? Oh I hope so.
I wish you'd record this, and your other poems. They such a feast for the ear. I don't know of any music quite like it....
Thanks, Joseph
I love the "adieu" substitution: marvelously in keeping with the slightly irreverent pro-gnostic view of jesus I have (And of course Hamlet helped a little, eh?)
Poem inspired, and written shortly after, a religious documentary I saw on the Kinsey sexual experiments in 50s. Any music I hear--and I record what I hear out there-- comes this time from the marvelously distorted filter of the "evangelical" worldview.
And (oh! I almost forgot) one of the reformed "sex-addicts" interviewed was a former porn star who, to get her parent's attention, used to pretend she was lying dead on sidewalk in front of her house, ketchup for blood and all.
I can't make this stuff up but I sure love to make poems out of them. So now you know where my cracked rhythms come from
"Adieu", Joseph
AHHHHHH
just another
cute girl on the curb
w her tawny
:resolved into just an other
adieu
the soundings here .... neat...
and
as for leaving through the front door
well
she left through the bath-room windows
June 14, 1963 the Beatles "did" it... too.
Right on, Ed...
that Beatle song must have been echoing in my head when I wrote that line
well that "girl" "came in" throughout the window....
your "girl" went out the door
and dig this
JOE COCKER (my all time favorite) wrote the song NOT the Beatles... I guess they stole it from him or vice-uh-verse-uh?
http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/joe-cocker-lyrics/she-came-in-through-the-bathroom-window-lyrics.html
A double 'right on' for Joe Cocker!
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