Time and distance has conspired
to make our love brave concertina wire,
while this may be an over statement of our case,
nonetheless, you and I have the wounds to prove it.
in small steps go up in cadence
go higher in volume raise intensity feel
the growth tap a foot fast then faster soft then
louder tap tap tap beat against the floor keep pace call out
my name I am
the maestro you are a prima donna
this concertina is playing this our heart strings plucked sweetness and sound growing in volume in density I scream hear your bravo!!!
I return, Bellissimo!!!
around Folsom prison
& watched the water
tumble over the dam.
I saw the concertina
at the top
of the fences
& wondered if
the armed boys in the tower
would shoot me
if I took off my boots
in the cool
Then I thought to myself,
"Naw, I'd better not,
think I'll swim a mile
or two away,
it's safer that way!"
Some nights, this one, the years
concertina. Bring those Spector
girls nearer, smell that old grease,
votive candle flame. Boom-chick
a-Boom in the room; a spectre,
a tipsy priest and a hospital
bed. We still fear the dead
though we block with the stock
response. Also With You. Your
thigh so white I could almost
taste it. How important the light,
the font of the world. Now
times New Roman have changed,
an orgy of laurel wreath, leaf me
alone I'm reading my comic, sans
anyone. New baptised. I joke in
French. I have no past.
icy breath sends neck hairs
frozen bleakness takes the shape of
speckling the wall
twenty feet high solid concrete
concertina wire decorations
‘tis the season –
holiday bliss as reminiscent prisoners
and shift sad eyes when discussing
with beaten and battered cranberries
logistically, the state could not afford
all the trimmings for 3000
so donated feast materials
get the highest of praise –
to over-bearing guards
as the time of year
transcends fear and mere hatred
together they spend another Christmas
inmates and officer
blessed in an un-holy union –
Stairs fly as straight as hawks;
Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing
At a ledge to poise their wings before relaunching.
Stairs sway at the height of their flight
Like a melody in Tristan;
Or swoop to the ground with glad spread of their feathers
Before they close them.
They curiously investigate
The shells of buildings,
A hollow core,
Shell in a shell.
Useless to produce their path to infinity
Or turn it to a moral symbol,
For their flight is ambiguous, upwards or downwards as you please;
Their fountain is frozen,
Their concertina is silent.
In her closet next to a shirt
hangs a concertina pleated skirt
she slips it on with grace and ease
the tiny pleats are there to please
like a million shimmering crystal shards
all tightly pressed like a pack of cards
as she moves they sway and dance
upon her legs they tickle and prance
the feeling makes her smile and shiver
which makes the pleats start to quiver
they skim and flatter her hips and bum
like the majestic rays of a rising sun
such carnal delights found in a skirt
as she hangs it back next to the shirt.
I bit in to it.
Gunpowder in a cherry stone.
The flavours fit together like a jigsaw, then drifted apart like countries on an ocean;
Heat from old coals on a young tongue that hadn't tasted the world.
Fluid concertina accordion flavour -too many colours spoil the canvas.
It's a short sentence but I've never said it.
Let something like that drop and it goes on long after it stops.
The ripples spread beyond their little puddle confines
The echoes ricochet through the fullest of minds
The gravity of the sentiment is enough to tug the moon from the sky.
Or cause the vessels of hope I've come to know as my eyes to change.
Martini glasses left out in the rain.
I rolled into that city
sometime after midnight,
had been fighting
my peepers from closing
I wore shades to hide my eyes,
sixteen hours on the interstate
had made me feel like toast,
less than human,
a bit comatose
& I needed a room.
My pointed boots
accented my slim jeans
& I moved through
the lobby with ease,
as if I were a ghost.
I could feel the disease
in that place,
bars were in the windows
& hookers glanced
The concertina wire
should have been a clue.
And without a sound,
I slithered back
to my spaceship
& moved southward,
onward toward El Paso.
With one more to go,
I floored myself
had to get
out of that place