To sing you a hundred verses in ragtime
Pink jazz flesh apples in the uptown cabarets smoking
where we prayerfully incline to hear the silent sound
of the main riff coming through the clouds, a thread
of Chinese silk in a painting draped as cloth around my legs.
The colors, sun rising over peacocks and manicured tropic trees,
green oranges and tigers sleeping.
I am a dormouse become Alice the Goon brainstorm-sifting
an overstocked pantry, where the bread is crust and hard,
expired cans swim with soup, vegetable and barley.
And when you said I reminded you of a cross
between García Lorca and John Berryman traveling green
in the moonlit direction of my fears, still organizing the pantry,
seeking for true bread that is soft, the cans awash with true soup,
vegetable and barley, I meekly squeeked for all that is freshly green,
and blathered, I’m a cow giving milk and making spinach pies
in total love of you. I do not care that you hate me
with every sinew you can lift. I want your yellow mane,
sapphires green, the merry laugh that drove me to wed you then,
and my coming to you in the heat.
Really fun title! The spontaneous riff style of this poem is impressive. It’s a Dylanlike expression. I had to laugh at : a cross/between García Lorca and John Berryman traveling green/in the moonlit direction of my fears. Many good lines.
I want your yellow mane/ sapphires green, the merry laugh that drove me to wed you then…
Love the title and the dense nature of that soup can stanza overfilled with great images.
surreal and lush- “a thread
of Chinese silk in a painting draped as cloth around my legs” is such a tiny image compared to “I’m a cow giving milk and making spinach pies in total love of you.”
I like listening to this landscape.
This is so beautiful to read aloud. As others have said, so lush and dense.
Wild & funny & sad & brave. (Ampersands courtesy of Berryman.)
I’m very glad all of you liked this.
Think about what Kevin said. It’s wild & funny & sad & brave. Now those are pretty awesome qualities to have in a poem.
I’m grateful. This one poured out. In fits and starts at first, then coalescing.
All of the arts merge in my brain as I read this poem. I love it.
Glad the heat (in all its forms) is inspiring you to write like this!
Ragtime is the perfect rhythm for this stream of lively and fun music.