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Velimir Khlebnikov – Incantation By Laughter
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consistency of skin
the rain was inexhaustible,
drawing his jacket
closer about his chest,
pacific rain and bothered grey
clouds added to urgency,
trees in their reach
did not create a canopy
dense enough,
unable to hear the helicopter,
footprints dissolving into mud,
but his scent would illuminate
nostrils of eager tracker with
muted eyes,
lowering himself
more towards the bushes,
water ran over his face,
he still felt heading north
was an objective,
finding the cabin
would of been easy
had summer still been here,
pausing for the slightest breath,
looked up at limbs
grasping from the trunk,
and wondered would it be worth it,
there would be no more marvelous
sensations,
yesterdays vividness had given way
his futile hope screamed,
kneeling said a last prayer
and waited
Denise Levertov – Olga Poems
Off The Perfumed Saddle
piano keys washed in honey [ woman bathing in time ]
sexualist extreme ,
broken straw bed
assembled ingredients of a virgins reflection
desire/slutton/erogenous/ unforgiving
bitter fingers play [woman dried on flowers flesh]
hungering absolute yet no permanence
jazz expelled drum beat symphony
tatoo/dollars /benign/fragile
[woman forgotten in memories light]
supple sinewy ghosts on sunset go
a raw experiment for @dVersePoets 55 prompt
72 Panels
behind her shoji screen
where protected, felt assured to be naked
no unbidden glances
would spill from a mans eye
gathered in her own mind
and clothed touched the soft panels
each to represent a year of life,
the ones lived and ones to come
patches of existence on a written timeframe,
smiling she moved to the window
hillside and meadow
no sharp intrusions to the eye
looking back she wondered of the last panel
what ghosts lurked behind
for it was hidden
until the time was right,
a swarm of bees sounded outside
nectar and honey
as she expected love to be
but mother said not,
spoke of not having to worship a man,
his edges not so rounded
where often cruel as father was
to others but not her
not a favorite they just understood,
it did not matter of the last panel
for she knew how long she had
as sliding the door behind
walked out onto a busy street
Charles Bukowski – Last Straw
Charles Bukowski one of his last readings in 1980
blind code of tragedy
o glad spring
natures skin covers all again,
immortals forgotten
books buried in dull folded earth
tender vortice consuming hearts,
there is a thirst for the coming sand,
grass may tremble as it has risen,
flaming rings and streaming darkness
colossal worlds had not seen anything
of this before,
innate crawling at our borders
no day is forever,
spires and battlements no place
for ones such as this,
cold petals of a comets tail
let it pass
nine waves of birth
many wanted it shrouded
mother
scarlet ribs exposed expired,
now here would grow
one of a darker shine is coming
in a place on fifth street
habitat of men’s waste
civilization stiffened,
once before it had been seen
but not born as this had been
limbs without foetal sac extend
ribs expanded
a new biology that was rapid and sudden
fear came in quarters
with each section of growth,
it knew and would consume voracious and explicit,
time segmented to be lived
as and when it wanted,
those who knew to object
found in a deep lividity,
and there was others born of old natures form
fragile anthropoid womb,
as they rose
as did the hero
figure in fixative of mood and relevance
could he protect against such malevolence,
he was a lure to the failings and complexities
we had once known,
from poulticed womb
sucking on earth drawn nipple,
would live and not yield,
he could not comprehend
that he would see
stark in it’s contrasts a beast to be fallen or understood,
flesh decays for a reason
both he and beast
faced a modernity
that was new and abstract
in a wasteland of succession ,
beast would find it’s way
limbs gave way to wings
stretched on the industrialism and democracy
that came before
fear could be a portent
science a response not a reaction
could not comprehend,
even those who had laws
that pastured and herded
experienced a sight problematic
with their domestication to older gods,
he again the one chosen to slay
as they truly wanted,
two creatures find a companionship
astride ocean’s they left
the tentative threads of old tragedy that existed,
and watch the tilt and slide
on axis of belief and society
fall away to a darkness
worse than nothing
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