Amanita Mary
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2006
- Messages
- 207
last night was beautiful
at
The Hideout
cozy couches
could not contain the love
it seeped like molasses
into crevices
and poured openly
into wooden floor cracks
on out past the door mats
where men with women
in fancy coats and hats
could feel us
all singin’
sweating, spitting
sour words did leak
shaking ones
because it’s hard to speak
of that powdery past
when everyone’s
running to their martinis fast
but for each smoked bowl
each soul that left
and each that passed
I know that in their
…impatient breaths
they caught the love
sweating thick in the air
and it’ll be with em
whether or not they care
and the guitars shook
mad jagged notes
the frog and the hook
of the fiddles bow
each belched notes
way up high
...but all from below...
and the strings that were shaking
showed the sorrowed souls
strumming soundly
with scuttled feets vibrating
the poets each breathtaking
freezing fire
with wheezing rhymes of politic
past lover, passing life, and magic liars
we spoke fast and perspired
in the boiling room
of artist’s who never tire
of anything raw in the world
people who never cease to see
the beauty and dirt in everything
from the filth in the house of white
to the man with none
who’s never been just a bum
and their eyes catch every
shimmer of each star in the sky.
and the smog of orange lights
clotting the city night
-are our lungs-
generating fury and question
breathing into what others don’t mention
and those realizations
curious eyes turned prose
spill here
out from under the nose
and into poet’s ears
leak to bellies under clothes
pierce us full on down to the toes
wrapped in sandals
and tennis shoes sewn
we are moved
we are moving
we are love
and we are loving
the kisses and cuddles
came dripping
while sipping steamers
and melting into puddles
of each others energy
tangled hands and twisted hair
ghost kisses blown
through electric air
to reach me
bounce off windows
and hit everybody
old friend –new-
this poem is for you
I want to say thanks
For dancing devils in the street
With no shame
For your moving feet
Or your outraged jaws with teeth
For your applause like rain
Screams and smiles
They mean a lot to me
This place holds
A poet’s purity
at
The Hideout
cozy couches
could not contain the love
it seeped like molasses
into crevices
and poured openly
into wooden floor cracks
on out past the door mats
where men with women
in fancy coats and hats
could feel us
all singin’
sweating, spitting
sour words did leak
shaking ones
because it’s hard to speak
of that powdery past
when everyone’s
running to their martinis fast
but for each smoked bowl
each soul that left
and each that passed
I know that in their
…impatient breaths
they caught the love
sweating thick in the air
and it’ll be with em
whether or not they care
and the guitars shook
mad jagged notes
the frog and the hook
of the fiddles bow
each belched notes
way up high
...but all from below...
and the strings that were shaking
showed the sorrowed souls
strumming soundly
with scuttled feets vibrating
the poets each breathtaking
freezing fire
with wheezing rhymes of politic
past lover, passing life, and magic liars
we spoke fast and perspired
in the boiling room
of artist’s who never tire
of anything raw in the world
people who never cease to see
the beauty and dirt in everything
from the filth in the house of white
to the man with none
who’s never been just a bum
and their eyes catch every
shimmer of each star in the sky.
and the smog of orange lights
clotting the city night
-are our lungs-
generating fury and question
breathing into what others don’t mention
and those realizations
curious eyes turned prose
spill here
out from under the nose
and into poet’s ears
leak to bellies under clothes
pierce us full on down to the toes
wrapped in sandals
and tennis shoes sewn
we are moved
we are moving
we are love
and we are loving
the kisses and cuddles
came dripping
while sipping steamers
and melting into puddles
of each others energy
tangled hands and twisted hair
ghost kisses blown
through electric air
to reach me
bounce off windows
and hit everybody
old friend –new-
this poem is for you
I want to say thanks
For dancing devils in the street
With no shame
For your moving feet
Or your outraged jaws with teeth
For your applause like rain
Screams and smiles
They mean a lot to me
This place holds
A poet’s purity
