polished at the top of the page
by doreen peri
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-16 15:13:00
-polished at the top of the page
there is a time for chopin
blended with chablis,
pink floyd on a car CD,
marx brothers, stephen hawkings,
the measuring of a universe
on a laptop, and oh,
how i wish
you were here —
this side of the moon
is dark, i’m blinded
by the argument
of it.
and we are but
a few short miles, yet a
hundred years from tuscon
on a road trip to
dessert and chess
with a twist of physics
and interactive
web design
and i’m crawling into
your eyes, so
hurry up
come with me
to the exchange
i’m in my succulent
stage.
click through, baby,
life is short, let’s
eat dessert first
you are my deep conviction,
my resevoir, my visceral sway
and we’re close to the pinnacle.
your penchant for levity
makes me wet.
let’s escape the literary vacuum
but no, don’t worship me,
i am no goddess,
this is no sanctuary.
you see,
once i was an artist
and this could be a watercolor
over painted until
the colors melded
into mud —
but this time i’ll
stop short of the ruin,
because there’s such a thing
as good enough and i’ll
leave the blues blue,
the fiery reds aflame.
yes, one day
i will complete you
and go no further.
in this isolated void
of disconnection —
there is a time
and it is now.
give me your fluid form.
i am your poem
and i’m at the top
of your page.
polish me.
(c) doreen peri, 9/12/2000
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