this doesn't follow
Posted: May 31st, 2009, 1:38 am
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this doesn't follow
that doesn't follow
there are no puzzle
pieces that fit together,
the jigsaw cut askew
and you there trying
to fit your rounded tip
into some inverted trip
around the moon, upside
down like the milky way
ladled into a brand new
day the way a smooth
word drips its way off
the tongue of a slick con
man, and damn if there is
a way to say you've defied
me, you don't care, 'cause
there just are no right words
to express the test on a
spirit but i hear it, i hear
the wind chimes now, i sing
a morning harmony with
the vulture, each crow sitting
sideways row upon row on the
top of parallel wires, the entire
flock ticked off by the timing
of a swoop down to dive for
tossed away crumbs, each one
dumb enough to think he can
control the venture, hoping to
snatch a few up to use for
insulating a nest like puzzle
pieces fitted, and her breast,
the mamma, waiting for the
coming home of an orphaned
chirp
2.
and i remember fondly how
she pushed herself up with
her legs bowed, head turned
slightly up toward the right,
chin sort of suggesting a
question mark from the
point of cheekbone to eye
as if to say did i do it right?
did i? did i? do you accept
me now?
and just as the first step
was taken, a dawn awakened
with ruby robe and azure sash
light streaming in through a blind
slat, flatcakes ready to grill, a still
night never slept and now we
knew why as if we'd never known
anything at all ever before
this doesn't follow
that doesn't follow
there are no puzzle
pieces that fit together,
the jigsaw cut askew
and you there trying
to fit your rounded tip
into some inverted trip
around the moon, upside
down like the milky way
ladled into a brand new
day the way a smooth
word drips its way off
the tongue of a slick con
man, and damn if there is
a way to say you've defied
me, you don't care, 'cause
there just are no right words
to express the test on a
spirit but i hear it, i hear
the wind chimes now, i sing
a morning harmony with
the vulture, each crow sitting
sideways row upon row on the
top of parallel wires, the entire
flock ticked off by the timing
of a swoop down to dive for
tossed away crumbs, each one
dumb enough to think he can
control the venture, hoping to
snatch a few up to use for
insulating a nest like puzzle
pieces fitted, and her breast,
the mamma, waiting for the
coming home of an orphaned
chirp
2.
and i remember fondly how
she pushed herself up with
her legs bowed, head turned
slightly up toward the right,
chin sort of suggesting a
question mark from the
point of cheekbone to eye
as if to say did i do it right?
did i? did i? do you accept
me now?
and just as the first step
was taken, a dawn awakened
with ruby robe and azure sash
light streaming in through a blind
slat, flatcakes ready to grill, a still
night never slept and now we
knew why as if we'd never known
anything at all ever before
Gave the reader something to contemplate, its more than meets the eye and certainly something to chew on grammatically...