Kiss 4

another from the "Kiss"series...

A KISS #4

　

"Let’s not speak falsely now

the hour is getting late."

(Song/poem ‘Along The Watch Tower’, written and sung

by Bob Dylan. But in this case think/imagine this song

sung/played by Jimi Hendrix, the Live Version)

　

"Excuse me while I kiss the sky"

-Jimi Hendrix, ‘Purple Haze’

　

　

This is not a romantic poem

of lips rocking the boulevard

of heart beats

or shooting stars

flung across the universe;

or a game of hide and seek

played in your back yard.

Nor is it the insane request

we often have of death,

to tempt us with its wish,

its kiss

and its dark, dark abyss.

It is after all just a mutherfuking kiss.

Perhaps it isn't poetry at all,

it isn’t very pretty

since it has no smooth, jazzy rhyme

nor inner psycho-pathetic beat

or a nice 6/8 line.

Oh but, that syncopated heat

found in the crumbling tenement halls

in the underground of life

where "decent" people dare not go

yet where common folk love to dream

of life without seams,

where hope grows

and the sun shines its solar beams

amidst shadows.

 

No,

this poem is about revolution

and its sweet kiss of liberation

found dwelling mostly in the hearts

of those who have nothing to lose;

those lost souls on which life revolves

in the callouses on their hands

and yet who’s lips shout out symphonies

and taste of honeysuckle sweetness

smelling aromas of bluebells

found drifting in mountain wind

and comes alive in an earth shivering kiss.

 

No,

this poem is not about lies or myths

but about the silence

floating in human desire

that finds expression in color flavored air

splashing explosively across this page

liberating all humanity in unfettered flair

as your fingers roan through my hair

and you say softly:

"Excuse me as I eat this purple haze.

Excuse me as I turn the page

on a damaged earth.

Oh and yes,

excuse me while I kiss the sky."

~~redzone 9.19.04~~

Author's Note

Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss and other times it is our hopes for better... Crits are welcome

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Curt, your words in this one do "splash explosively across the page"....and the mist from that splash might not be intended as a kiss, but it feels like one....a kiss for the universe, a kiss for the memories of the sixties and early seventies, a kiss for humanity. I know you have chased the "sweet kiss of liberation" for your entire life. May you see your goal someday, my friend. Another "nice" write....I have run out of adjectives for your poetic talent. Lydi**