Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

1

With a confetti of memories
I take my own quiet path
in the honkytonk dayglo city.
I see how sure
the businessmen appear
always hawking some miracle
or Joan of Arc vision
America is persuaded to buy,
but I believe in nothing
but the color of leaves,
the breeze through tall grass,
and the sashaying ass of a pretty woman.

2

I understand Dior and herringbone,
an aria on stage,
a brandy buzz in the brain.
What shall I do with this life
but hail cabs,
arrive somewhere,
some party where we can
intoxicate ourselves
and proposition
the grandest whore
with our importance?

3

Always I break down
into a shatter of words
thrown in an envelope,
mailed to those
who may understand
how the evening light glorifies
a pile of slag.

Ton, I know. It is a coined word. There is always a risk with coined words. I used "wolve" in a poem to describe a cold wind. Some people didn't like that. They may be right but.....

Don't know. Might change "mountainizes".

yeah x the mountainizes....a gem of a write here....really doesnt need the numbers in my opinion, the breaks do that....makes me think of Marilyn in the Misfits....

a beauty danno....personal truth oozes into my head....and it sticks

how 'bout...." how the evening light transforms/ a pile of slag "

I'll think about what to change "mountainizes" to and maybe later today or tomorrow-----I'd like to find an impact word----will think-----and think-----forget it and like the dawn's early light I'll see the word in the breeze over the whole fortress of the poem----hopefully----unless I go to an English dictionary and am captivated and take one of the 26 rooms in that book, watching how sound evolves into meaning.

"diamonds" as a verb work?

Changed "mountainizes" to "diamonds" to "glorifies" ????????

Interesting creative piece.