Yes I fly,
my feet fall on clouds
my arms hug the sky.
Yes I fly,
each night as I dream
as I turn on the moon.
Light as a feather
I salt the sky,
and also pepper,
the cosmos -
with holes of black
and comets of white,
with metal rocks
and stars of light.
I tend to this menagerie
that you call sky,
Yes - I fly.
I stream the firmament with dust
and color the supernova.
I breathe reality,
and exhale the rings
of another Saturn.
I speak minds into existence
and fill them with laughter.
Yes - I fly.
I tickle the back of your knee
and I know that you smile
because of me.
Know that when you look at me,
Yes. I. Fly.
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This is just right. You say it all well.
I love the word "firmament'. Love it.
and color the supernova."
so cool... well done! --rated--
That's beautiful, J.
"each night as I dream
I turn on the moon"
Oh! Oh!
"and exhale the rings
of another Saturn.
I speak minds into existence
and fill them with laughter."
Mmmm, yes!
This reminds me of something I've got that you might enjoy. It's old, but I'll dig it up and post it within the next few days. I'll alert you when it's up.
Just oh, yeah, flight lines, yes!
Thank you, again, for stumbling across my area, which made me aware of your area.
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Peece!
David J
enjoyed the flight, Jimenace, and for the favour - iting :)
sorry Jimencae - got angry for a min. I almost lost a post last night bec of this
You always have at least one line that I keep coming back to. This time it is:
"Light as a feather
I salt the sky
I'm not sure why, but I'm stuck on this intriguing line. Your poems are always a good place to be stuck for a while.
Thanks. And thanks for leading me to your sister's work. Amazing.
nothing..ha ...the day is growing old, friend, and my woman is gone, and she will soon be home, and i will be properly put down for the Night unless the night
comes
falling
from the sky...? hm..........pope in israel! war in iraq! afganistan, still good opium and....hashsheesh!?...did it only once
and it grew me some damn LEGS,
man......
story for another day...peace
yah, the high midnight fell upon my head last nite & suddenly, shit, yo, i am shakespeare jim.....
the rain man came and left manchester....now it's what? nothin....gray shit in the sky.......too autumnal...i'm not leavin my house...it'll bring me down....
fall....to...the....
ground, with the ground always melting anyway......the melting is mindmade,
but it seems to be a property of the physical world, ya dig? kant said, "ja, its all in yr head, yo" and then
hegl said: "ja but same shit in my head as in yrs, yo" and nietsche said, "yo, the other is done, i am it, and there aint no i but what we got. whatdya wanna do with it? kill 6 million jews, or sell yr little puny nouveau crazyass nazi brotherhood of aryan crapola like you painted? damn painter, cant even paint outta the lines, yo....
That was about Hitler. He is still on tv, shrieking from the History Channel. The lifetime network offers a more contemporary vibe...
Why do we fall, when we imagine we are built to Rise? Why do we rise when they built us to Fall? Didnt we
already Fall with adam and eve? yes, but that was necessary sin, to get us acquainted with the ways of the New Thing, the Human, after we were just these fuckin tribes f
half man half apes.....we got gruntin and then built a Brain....the neocortex is an evolving organ except when you slice it up and eat it like hanibal lector eatinoff that guys head in "hannibal", the funny sequel to "silence of the lambs"...
Yo, jim: the Lambs were silent on the day of the crucifiction of our saviour, that slippery dud jesu....
jesu the ultra-neo orthodoxest of all the Hebrews...
cept i aint a damn hebrew, says the nazi...
well, yah you are...its in yr head cuz you accepted it as a child with yr Bible, you pisspoor artist...
the only ending we need is the director shouting, unexpectedly,
"thats a cut" or "a take " or: "wrap it"
jim in not of La
Looking over your comment stream, it seems that "Poetry Jim E" came and left you a buncha nonsense. He's a good guy, but a bit obscure. Now: here is "Literary Critic Jim"...
Images of flight. They are the oldest of our dreams, perhaps? As apemen we looked always to the sky, no? The birds. Yet: we are grounddwellers.
We built aeroplanes and we even made it to the Moon.
But along comes this hip poet, jimenace, and somehow insinuates that we fly inside, somehow. We fly with the help of our loved ones. We tickle a shapely knee, with the firm sweet succulent flesh covering it....how we crave to rest oour lips on that knee...to feel the rush, the takeoff, the...
flight. A flight of fancy, say the fancy people with their fancy words. Yet we troubadors know the fancy language, and use it in our plot
to lovebomb the earth. Loveattacks are coming. They in their wisdom will think something is amiss...perhaps an islamo fascist plot to take away our godgiven blessing of freedom and pursuit of happiness and riches and hot women? no! just love...goofy, crazyass love....absurd hard love...
the public arenas will be well guarded, but the women will still roam in their shirts and we'll see their knees and that'll do it! Woo...offf we go...
and to touch them? Perhaps being near them is enough, for now...in 20 yrs we'll have public touching of strangers w/o getting the cops involved...
Jim, very serious and literary today.blessings of peace.enjoy the weather...where are you again? bermuda?
all is well i find..
that means: i thankfully have an empty space
for a damn head...ha best wishe d with yr
head tow...yow jim, jumpin jack flash style
prhaps
". . . And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky — as though
all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, black wings."
Keep flying, David.
—Melissa
peece,
dj
It has long been a favorite of mine and is some of my more recent (last year lol) work. I look forward to reading more of your!
peece,
dj