Sunday, February 3, 2019

Handbook For Cubist Poets In The Afterlife

The shocking air over the courtyard couldn't care 
less about your love notes
scrawled on shed skin for the cherub with the
shopping cart hat to cream over. 

Outside the window is an invisible tight rope for cripples--
step out on it, own Icarus with spread arms.
Flying orphans bones but
favors updrafts, UFO's, sundogs.
_______

for this.

10 comments:

  1. Wow. You nailed this. Tightroape for cripples. I actually knew a tightroape walker with one real leg and one prosthetic leg ages ago. She was a trip. She eventually retired from the circus and became a crossing guard. True. not made up. she was the one time lover of my best friend in Philly, who was a psychic. No. I don't make this shit up. the last two lines of this poem makes me smile. Reminds me of my mother and her use of the word sundogs....Love this.

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  2. Sounds like a sure way to drop to the bottom of the courtyard... love the imagery.

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  3. Tightrope for cripples..I think I've walked it.. You can paint imagery like no one else can!

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  4. I like how the fragmented images in this piece build to a larger whole. The shopping cart hat, the shed skin, the orphan bones. For me the disparateness made me rather complete. Well done and viva la.

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  5. Boy did that title grab me. :)

    "the cherub with the
    shopping cart hat to cream over"

    Cracking up over that.

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  6. Ha! This made me giggle: "for the cherub with the/shopping cart hat to cream over."

    Love your Ekphrastic take — the imagery is astounding in how it brings it all together. Icarus is my display name on certain social media profiles. So, I add into the refrain to "own Icarus with spread arms".

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  7. The title grabbed me first, Shay, and then I kind of fell into the poem and haven’t touched the bottom yet! The images came flying at me and I think I got trapped in an updraft. Love it!

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  8. Oooh..love letters scrawled on shed skin, flying out the window. Love it!

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  9. Whatever. Whatever you write on whatever material flies...not out the window, but into the soul of us sundogs and cripple aliens. Nice ride

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  10. Fabulous. I noted the lines Kerry quoted. Also love the sun dogs. Much in evidence these days - an omen? Smiles.

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don't be stupid.