4/26/10

Bid on Me

Have you ever wanted to stand atop a telephone pole? Stand perched with arms up-stretched to reach anything the skies may give you....reach upon the destiny of falling weather, while you straddle all the communications of strangers and their lovers...
See, I'd look down only every once in awhile
to see the vibrations of their messages
shake my base,
and shake the far away ground
upon which a million passengers zip by unforgiving. Unforgiving they've all been; when I've given it [my soul] to the highest bidder. = Unsatisfied customers.
And I've given oil and wax-hot lies to any bidder. = Satisfied though they are. It melts just the same into an epitaph of slippery rock, slick mush. It's just mush in my memory...oozed together into one great fantasy of what we're supposed to.....supposed to [i don't know] something or other....

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And I've just said what I've put up for auction most...because you see it was all for passion.
It was all a grand circus trick done by a haggard beauty....to keep the striped tent aflame with passionate motions [whichever form they take, they make] in order to create more passionate creations.
In order to create.

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Here, sit there. Sit down right there-dear treasure friend, and take my seat. It's made of hollow braided wood, and it sits so low in the mushed piles of cigarettes, and neglected revelations of why we come.
Why do we come?..
Watch the door swing to reveal each ribboned carnival sideshow as it comes to pass.
Because it will come, and it,-I promise-will pass. So many have closed their tent and walked on.
And you'll see that soon you know,
and soon you miss,
and soon you look up to that door squeak expecting a face that won't be there,
[from that chair (someone else's seat (sometime else)].


And then it is that you must put your tired dancing feet up on the brick window ledge,
and watch as all the characters itch their makeup-and marvel in their stage markings.
They're so truly wondrous,
[....and so that makes them forever doomed]
and they sweep you from your ordinary life and make you all the tested
-all the tested little one in that seat-
[trying] to match the power of the lightening [always striking outside in the night].







COME ONE, COME ALL!
There's a bedazzled soap box for you too - it was left behind once - just shake the dust from the red velvet striped curtain-
and open up for us another soul to consume...






Daily headphones: "Let Her Cry" by Hootie and the Bluefish, "Aint no Sunshine" by Otis, and "First Week" by Graham Colton