poem: forging the rest
for JO'MI was bitten
by a special olympian
wide-eyed lover's teeth
mourning loss before
loss gained purchase
all the foggy galleons
in hot pursuit
indent that forearm was
all she saw
radical vision
of humanity's escapades
waterfront causality
calculating the distance from
here to the eternity
in her wispy eye
a catechism of God's
merry ways, as outrage
gathered steam
forging the rest of me
into soup borne
by all the ways
of black and white
pry me loose, cher
pity the boy who
runs beside you
hapless in my
mirthless adjudication
the rest of me
thrown into
the cauldron of
Nausicaa's twist.
(The video was one I was trying to track down from The Secret Life of Bees soundtrack. New Orleans Queen of Soul Irma Thomas with "Breakaway." Seemed apt for the poem, too.)
Labels: fast times
posted by murat11 at 10:18 PM
4 Comments:
I love the poem. Bitten by a special Olympian. All I can think of is when my runtling twin chomped down on her twin sister after the twin stole a favorite toy from runtling's walker. She had a definite glint in her eye and a premeditated intention to dent that forearm.
I also loved the image of foggy galleons in hot pursuit.
The song was quite uplifting.
T: I loved the song, too. Also love the irony colliding with the poem's inspiration. Said victim is a senior with whom I've been collaborating on a deconstruction of Yusef Komunyakaa's wonderful poem "Fog Galleon."
I like the wispy eyes. outrage gathering steam, forging the rest of me
into soup borne
by all the ways
of black and white
pry me loose, cher
pity the boy who
runs beside you
oh to be young when black and white were clear and righteous indignation was a tangible thing, discovered for the first. Love the song too, made me smile - now to go read the new one!
We're still that young, ain't we, Dee? Bodies just carnival masks, but the hearts are still blaring.
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