Sunday, July 03, 2005

Disabled Landscape

four gold-rimmed shot glasses of absinth
pinpricks of digital noise sprinkled over an elongated falsetto croon
a smeared glass stare with headphones
tar splatter and red acrylic
gathering onlookers in blue jeans and sneakers
leather jackets and slacks pass by the window
socks pink sheath feet tucked into black suede
a momentary lapse in sound
those often missed reflections
standing proud like an erection in the sunlight
a feast of eyes, a satchel of tongues
a wave or eye flutter
congenitally malformed function of gender-typing
face traced by lightbulbs
a tepid laugh and a concealed grin.


Blogger Atasi Jaan said...

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Blogger Atasi Jaan said...

This poem starts with uniform references to light, juxtaposed with the sense you are in a Dublin club, being bombarded with hotties- not flesh, acceptable, playful, sheen. There's a place for metal, and what is more that underlying prevailing humanity that "sticks" out. I myself, always searching for that humanity, it slips through here.


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