tisdag 25 oktober 2011

Honoring my poet

Notebook and fountain pen, cobalt inkwell, Persian cup, purple heart, baby teeth, sweater.
Les yeux clos, pale lids, one last kiss.
Swan, great wings, Great Blizzard, the iceman, daisy chains, fireflies in mason jars.


Comb honey, liquid stars, heaven's kaleidoscope.

Coonskin cap, powder horn, orange, green, cocoa, graham crackers, cigar box, roulette wheel, typewriter, ice skater, Eiffel tower, ballet slipper, marbles, trading cards.
Scarlet fever, bad girl, good boy, light and dark, always somewhere else.
Peach orchards, red clay earth, loyal lieutenant, perfume, red slashes of lipstick, stunned and defiant, the Foreign Legion.

Harlequins, brutal confidence, marble floors.
Wooden art box, set of oils, an artist's mistress, muse and maker.
Purple snow, green skin, silver sun, jewelry kit.
Bohemian disorder, "You're my family.".

I would be an artist.

Greatcoats, beatnik appearance, immoral behaviour, "Dracula's daughter", long black hair.
Long gray raincoat, collapsing god.
He was an artist, never apologize, swathed in clarity, no longer be a slave.

I was an artist.

Haughty gaze, mystical language, illiterate group of women, mundane horrors, swagger to my step, one-way ticket.
White wedges, fresh uniform, farewell doughnut.

Paris nightlife, wild hair, kohl-rimmed eyes.

Clark Kent moment, white patent purse, a thief's good-luck sign.
Dungarees, black turtleneck, old gray raincoat, iron bed, bare-chested, beads, huaraches, white T-shirt, light-footed gait, slightly bowlegged.
Restless agitation, kindred souls, the Mad Hatter, young sailors, brassy women, hot-dog vendors, Kino, fresh oysters.

Brown paper bags, coffee, toast and jam, egg, red chalk.

Good beatnik ballet look, time to move along, "I'm free, I'm free.", "I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

Elvira Madigan.


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