the butterfly summer icon

 

 

 

The daddy-long-legs who moved like the spinning wheel on The Price is Right,

yet is so reserved and demure who sits in the brilliant, parallel culet with it's

silver back, climbing the prehensile book shelf of theorem and books of poems,

mostly of dead poets, and demon grammar I guard with crucifix as doctrine of

evil spirits.

 

Yet, like the swolen lymph node, you wonder how long its been there. How long

has the mythology of fear lived between gods and men and you choose today, this

chilly morning where my glasses are hidden away like a pearl in the cytology of

a warm blanket, to  run after me, a biologically old man with a twisted

ankle from my death match struggle with the earthling,

oldest apple in the world.

 

And then the earthmother, her breath stinking yet so far past fertility

she appears taciturn in a flowered robe with some brown markings

like a Jack Shadbolt painting with the butterflies removed.

("take the fair face of women and gentle suspending, with butterflies,

flowers and jewels attending")

 

With a halo of fungi, with an outer perdiem,

oh god, of a  pop tart

that splits into the shape of a star.

Reviews

[Emily B]

i haven't slept in three days and my cold has turned into something of a nightmare but the good doctor will fix me up today and i will come and read again, and again, and again

[Circe]

hmmm... love that parentheses quote... and i love how your observations just take form, taking off and fly into the realm of imagination... you wind and weave a lucid path through the wealth of beauty that is in your mind.. the twisted ankle from death match with earthling.... amazing line of human struggle... of the everyday personal battle..... like how everyone is fighting a hard fight of their own... there is rawness in the earth's stinking breath, a realness that reaches into heart of being... and makes you glad that you are alive to inhale all that wretched beauty... utterly stunning the use of natural imagery into something organically surprising and wonderful.... this is the interpretation of the interpreter and it is done with extraordinary reverence.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

in my current condition, this is a little bit over my head.
only because I'm ill...I can see and feel it's beauty and I appreciate its will to push my soul further..
all I can say is that this is brilliant and inspiring, as per usual...but I'm practically on my death bed and preparing for a spoken word performance in the cold that may kill me

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I just knew something had to be said..the other two pieces will have to remain in queue