Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Poetry via Pop: Marry You

Marry You

A revelry, a dance
dasein in longevity's absence

The choir bells ever peal
(they've not been silenced)
for it takes a life's breath
to arrive entwined with solitude

A dalliance not marred
like a bruised avocado
sickly brown and metastatic

Let eyes do
what they ought
let "I do"s
remain fraught
as they everwere

A freshly severed finger
unencumbered by infinity
elates in its nudity
(never actually encircled)

Bursting forth:
an explosion of peals
discarded melodies, transvalued
through a new dancing shoe.

[ jh ]

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