Loud Lust

Fall 2008

I stood there
in my loose neck vibrato
My thick skinned suit
While you laughed it up
While you cut across
You met me
Made me all colorful pretty

You were all eyebrows
Listless and witty
You saw my reds and browns
You were perfect timing
Made a girl say Meow
You wonder why I waited around

I had screaming in my hair
And you had rocks in your shoes
Laughing in the living room
Of my patience
I was bass lines
In your paradigm
I was moving too fast for you

I have a loud lust
I have these strings
Up close to my chest
And you played them
In perfect sequence

I’m yelling into speakers
I am sending you signals
I’m saving your corners
Not rounding the edges

You wanna make a pact
to not lie to each other,
No matter how bad things get?
Wanna believe we can do things
differently?
Make sure no one leaves
And no one has regrets?
You have Da Vinci in your eyes,
I said

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

I felt this poem almost had everything but horror
It was a wonderful piece, very different than what I usually read
yet, I really enjoyed this and I am glad you shared this with us

This was awsome

Orlando M

[Wildecat]

An excellent poem, witty and clever, a pleasure to read.

[Pax Analog]

Raucous hilarious romanticism -- what's cooler than that?

Some great idiosyncratic lines, "thin skinned suit," "I had screaming in my hair/And you had rocks in your shoes". . .

Bein' one, I love the muso metaphor re bass line etc., and one senses a sweetness underneath all this groovy jivin' around, ending with "You have Da Vinci in your eyes" as a kind of marker, like, hey, while we're loudly lusting with much humorous aplomb, how 'bout we make a frickin' masterpiece work of art out of it?

Excellent work!