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Of artists and alchemy
2002-11-04 - 1:51 a.m.


before/after
strangely non-functional guestbook

starlit daydream

sparkle in my eyes

life wrought guilt choices

always win in the end

if win is win and not death

death of choice and life

kept in closed cupboards

behind the hedges and white picket fences

of the thoughtless consumerist ways.

 

And soon, and soon,

crazed ideas and manic phases

life long look last

take my breath

 

artists rendering art for woman's sake

to get women,

as if they can be possessed without giving themselves over

and to such demons they do,

is modern alchemy,

rendering tin into gold

through arcane process and works

when the greatest art work of all

most heaven sent

is woman-kind herself

a flash of leg as she climbs out of the car

a flip of the hair after she lures you

into catching her eye

the hips, the bobble while they walk,

a smile,

a caress,

a sweet moan like a good little girl

right in the porches of my ear.

 

And again

and again

and again

the clock clicks slow,

but not slow enough,

the secrets of the universe is imprinted on your brain

open up

open up!

Soon the sweet flow,

like jazz of the soul,

or jazz of the real,

whatever is jazz is jazz to you

your stick of gum

chewed up like so many men,

so many souls

a dragon,

reaching around,

clutching its tail in its mouth

consuming itself.

 


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