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Wedding Guest (Part I)
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Invisible Poetry .
Preamble: A Tale Of No Cities
The day was guitar blue, no
cloud dared cover my sky. I
had to make my way, uncrazed.
You are under arrest, she said
and I paused like Coleridge's
wedding guest. I have a tale
to tell again, she avowed. A
self-cursed wonderly
haunting it is, she averred. If
I confess it not, there will
be pills and padded chambers,
men in white coats nine
yarding it, sailor's curses,
bottles marked DRINK ME, keys
arattle like miracas.
.
Eyes are not supposed
to do what hers did. Transfixed
I tarried, unable to proceed
to the place of groceries. It was
in a lot, you see, and car headlights
stared at us all around. Stand and
witness what I alone have lived, she
admonished me. The Count of Vlad
was in its gaze. Why me? why,
pray tell, is it aways me? Hello
stranger. Should I stay or
should I split?
.
Foresooth! Avast ye heartless!
There were no dark entities
called Life In Death rowing
in windlessness from Thule. No
albatrosses to wear like pearls,
no crucifix or star to ward
off devils, only a necklace
I found in a second hand store
fell over my dashiki. Pigeons
soared above the rigging's
of Kroger's. Unrepubliked,
like a government gone off
to overdressed egos, I have
come to tell you all unvarnished
what went down.
.
Abandoned, alone on a bastardly
beach, bourne there bare armed
except for brazzen bloused
naivety, my voyage naturally
began in a bar. Among sharp
toothed baristers, he stood in a smile
graced by some ancient prophesied
god. This is how paradise
got lost, I swear it, even though
there was not a holy Gideon's
to be borrowed.
.
And on his head, hair like
a hallowed halo, a stance like
Thor, like a decathalon discus
thrower. "All for you," a suddenly
appearing Chorus sang from
a stage not there before. "All
and more yet unseen, there will
soon be that much finger licking
Going on, chickie." The powdered
wigged lawyers dreamed of judgeships,
while I had justly come for ale on tap.
Black robes on the Detroit breeze,
flapped to old Stevie Wonder lyrics
as I was brought unknowingly
to bow before the Hulk alean
against the tavern's bar.
.
Lady A
.
TO BE CONTINUED
Your brilliance on tap, as well
Pigeons
soared above the rigging's
of Kroger's.
I think this may be my favorite snippet from Part 1, with you having found a way to give a chain grocery store the feel of being a carved cathedral (speaking of a for-profit chain that is seen as something so much more).
Finally getting a lengthy opportunity to dedicate to this work, thankfully : )
Homework
to read, test to grade - 4 monthish left then liberation for summer! Do they still offer summer school? I am surrounded by schools. I keep saying I am going to write grant to go in, but too tired. May pass out some broadsides though. That's fun. Fun frilly verses with at least one stay in school verse - so teachers won't complain.
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Kroger's have riggings - I think I read that in The Horatio Hornblower books. I habe Beat To Quarters on the shelf to be read. That should be fun. Short like ND Mysteries. Thanks for the comment. :D
You know how to spin an
You know how to spin an intriguing story! You have my attention. And your poetic sleight of hand is on overdrive. Such ingenious narration in every line.
"Black robes" flapping "to old Stevie Wonder lyrics". Only you could pull that one off. Amazing writing. This certainly will be fun.
4 Allusion Streams
GoT, Ancient Mariner, Yellow Back Radio, and Motown. More to follow, jazz rock crit race theory miscellaneous wars the judiciary odd items in the room. :D