jack up my junk DNA

[revolutionrabbit]

junk DNA
going down a twisty road
jack up my junk DNA

is like to poetry
but what is it for
all those twisting
strands of life

looking for some universe words
to wrap around themselves
into some infinite expression
that had not been seen before

my junk DNA a helix like ladder
reaching through the stuff of mind
winding around like a stripper
on a pole, like a drunk on a street lamp

like the poet coming down from a lost poem
one that took lifetimes to find the right words
like some threads of some latent memory
all wrapped around a few lines of immortality

my junk DNA like a sax sound played into infinity
unraveling revelations of notes finding a true code
going down a twisty road, jack up my Junk DNA

[dadio]

I guess we are mostly like that and you have put it into words well and truly so.

[saw]

the poem has some strong points, but to me this stanza is a poem unto itself ,

like the poet coming down from a lost poem
one that took lifetimes to find the right words
like some threads of some latent memory
all wrapped around a few lines of immortality

that is really exceptional ......good as any 4 lines I've read lately

[Arcadia]

twisting... junk!, it sounds good!!!!!

[revolutionrabbit]

we hear a lot about DNA these days
funny poetic metaphor "junk DNA"
the so called junk part really is the real deal
like what we really are?

i had a little of the poem
and the part saw saw
just come in at the last twist

i typed it, and got off line

poetry, are we really looking for the right words?
it seems like lifetimes, a poem written in 10 minutes
or days or months, still working on poems written
30 years ago, and so on

or are we saying some poem prayer?
are we not looking at the image of the pole stripper?
or the drunk on words hanging on to the light post?

[Hollweg]

Rabbit--

I am very fond of this piece. I agree with Saw -- the following stanza is as good as it gets:

like the poet coming down from a lost poem
one that took lifetimes to find the right words
like some threads of some latent memory
all wrapped around a few lines of immortality

I offer the following in complement to "jack up my junk DNA":

Charoset, roasted chicken
neck, cookies molded
in double helix.

Sacred and profane, Seder
dinners and DNA,
recipes through generations.

Please, I’ll have another bowl
of grandma’s matzo ball soup.