Post by jeannerené on Oct 30, 2009 22:26:00 GMT -8
concrete ...
Click (work in progress-thoughts jotted tonight)
My heals
rush to the rhythm click, click
Sorry, closed. We're closed.
Going home, click
Come back, back
tomorrow
Going home
home very incomplete intro/just some initial thoughts
My shadow falls along side the jagged horizon.
My impressions remain under
window vignettes inescapable, unavoidable
pressing contact,
communication with the mortal condition,
intruding on obligatory daydreams.
The mortar secures
my visage cracked, something, something wrinkles of camaraderie,
cohesions of war and peace and dinner debates.
I am the warmth of streetlight,
its halo hovering above saint and demon.
(I have a thought here but not found the right wording yet to go with...)
and thin walls vibrating with multiply heartbeats.
I suffer … stoop under wags of something tongue,
to answer in lonely testimony liberated into the dark abyss.
Crying, crying at the poetic laughter of derelict lovers,
and the coo of babies drifting with the dust of ventilation, I settle, I recline.
I rise to the wink of flirtatious matriarchs leaning on sooty sills,
sashaying their hips in accompaniment to evening recitations
strummed upon the underbellies of something cicadas … and I move
by way of masses on summer trails of blistering boulevard
asphalt lakes, ribbons amalgamate mortality
putty and plaster
sand and solder
fused … I am fused and I move
… never on a whisper,
(I have a thought that follows here/my mind has not connected with the words yet)
in the presence of bobbing umbrellas
admiring the shine of petroleum prisms.
Puddle jumping to the rush of sunset,
to timepieces set on analogs of hours traversed in measures of highway,
calculations of conferences
and the shade of high rise … I move
Somewhat a jumble of thoughts - I'll get to it
parade through our humanity, inhumanities, the pulse, the pulse, the pulse
pounded on the pavement.
I am the child of byways, sown into the cement
flesh of the multitude
and the backward glance into the alley,
the augmented 5th suspended above the sidewalk,
the tail of the shooting star drawn behind the skyline
dissolving into the infinitesimal speck,
grain of sand, polished sediment pressed under my weight
into the generations
I am mettle of metropolis,
the sweet seduction of city stuck to the bottom of my shoes
.... far as I got ... unfinished and not to my liking yet
Click (work in progress-thoughts jotted tonight)
My heals
rush to the rhythm click, click
Sorry, closed. We're closed.
Going home, click
Come back, back
tomorrow
Going home
home very incomplete intro/just some initial thoughts
My shadow falls along side the jagged horizon.
My impressions remain under
window vignettes inescapable, unavoidable
pressing contact,
communication with the mortal condition,
intruding on obligatory daydreams.
The mortar secures
my visage cracked, something, something wrinkles of camaraderie,
cohesions of war and peace and dinner debates.
I am the warmth of streetlight,
its halo hovering above saint and demon.
(I have a thought here but not found the right wording yet to go with...)
and thin walls vibrating with multiply heartbeats.
I suffer … stoop under wags of something tongue,
to answer in lonely testimony liberated into the dark abyss.
Crying, crying at the poetic laughter of derelict lovers,
and the coo of babies drifting with the dust of ventilation, I settle, I recline.
I rise to the wink of flirtatious matriarchs leaning on sooty sills,
sashaying their hips in accompaniment to evening recitations
strummed upon the underbellies of something cicadas … and I move
by way of masses on summer trails of blistering boulevard
asphalt lakes, ribbons amalgamate mortality
putty and plaster
sand and solder
fused … I am fused and I move
… never on a whisper,
(I have a thought that follows here/my mind has not connected with the words yet)
in the presence of bobbing umbrellas
admiring the shine of petroleum prisms.
Puddle jumping to the rush of sunset,
to timepieces set on analogs of hours traversed in measures of highway,
calculations of conferences
and the shade of high rise … I move
Somewhat a jumble of thoughts - I'll get to it
parade through our humanity, inhumanities, the pulse, the pulse, the pulse
pounded on the pavement.
I am the child of byways, sown into the cement
flesh of the multitude
and the backward glance into the alley,
the augmented 5th suspended above the sidewalk,
the tail of the shooting star drawn behind the skyline
dissolving into the infinitesimal speck,
grain of sand, polished sediment pressed under my weight
into the generations
I am mettle of metropolis,
the sweet seduction of city stuck to the bottom of my shoes
.... far as I got ... unfinished and not to my liking yet
