snap my fingers and presto

by judih

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-09-06 06:23:00

Parent message is 29254
lying amongst the broken wheels of chance
but for the grace of circumstance
i too would be shooting myself into an early grave
i’ve passed early and am heading into happy hour

happy thrilled that i can see the sunflowers
the transformed baal euphoria
i see through someone else’s eyes
lend me your ears
so that i may hear

dead voices, live spirits
whirring round this celestial pool
juddering melodies cranking past to passed
recording epiphanies, hear the ginsberg wail

snap my fingers and presto
they’re back again
showing us the golden
the hope of purpose
death brings light
brings matter to no matter

snap em, stale sunflower stems
and genie kerouacs fly through the laid back mattresses
of possibilities
all cushion now for a head
any head in a storm