Bongo Fury

 I recently had the pleasure

of locking myself in

a dimly lit and muggy room where

great sorcery was being performed.

Bolts of high frequency were spiraling out,

ravenous pulses and hi-hats rippled through.

And with myself between all these things, I felt

inspired

awed

sweaty

inebriated

fearful of falling in love and

fearful for my ears.

I needed paper, needed to make a mark.

Scrambling; I was soothed to scrawl

a silky ink across an ATM receipt I drudged from the bottom of my purse.

I wrote steadily but furiously.

Often unable to peel my enlarged pupils

from their bodies that bent and swayed,

contorted around instruments

like folding themselves in amongst the metal.

From those moments so much more

has been born.

Their roots are thick and sunken deep

and OH!

How I long to be a fertile limb firmly

attached to their thrive.

Reviews

[DavidRyan]

How I long to be a fertile limb firmly

attached to their thrive. < Brilliant, dear. And yes, someday you and I will be sitting there, paper and pen in hand, comparing notes and ideas and memories and making money for it. We're all going to take over the world and it's only a matter of time. You get enough talented youth together and they will do something with it. Can't wait to hear from ya.

[fireblossom]

Nice. How I long to be a fertile limb firmly attached ... of course what else... an organic connection your emotion drawn without your will...to pen ink and paper...of course...you are a poet after all....

[Kelley]

This was more like a story and I could picture it all in my hard.
I really liked the description you put in this poem. It kind of reminded me of a movie I watched the other night. Anyway great write and thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Gary McDonald]

Whenever i read one of your pieces, i try to find something i can correct, even if it's only a typo. That way my review has been constructive, and in some small way, helpful. And then i begin reading, and find no mistakes, see no improvements i can suggest.
It was a joy to read, from the first line that gripped me, to the last that released me, fully satisfied. Again, picking a favourite part proves tricky, i guess i would go with,
"Often unable to peel my enlarged pupils
from their bodies that bent and swayed,
contorted around instruments
like folding themselves in amongst the metal."

So beautifully descriptive, so wonderfully written, so thankfully received!
I'm sorry if these reviews didn't make a whole lot of sense, it's late where i am, and i'm a little out of it at the moment. Basically, it was brilliant!!

[Kathryn]

So I guess I haven't been on here in forever since this was one of the read requests you sent me and it's been like five months since you wrote this...

That being said, I can't compliment you enough on how great you are with words. You must read a lot or something to have found all these wonderful gems in the English language and learned to eloquently string them together. Great subject matter, great creativity, and a great write.

Go take over the world, one piece of writing at a time.

[Leap]

I just read this twice and plan to read it again for a third time and I honestly am a little speechless. We just played a show and out of everyone there I wished you were there most of all. I can not say enough about this piece. It has everything. This means so much to me personally and to the band it means even more. The amount of passion and intimacy living here is almost overwhelming. I'm very drunk but can tell you without a shred of doubt that this is one of my favorite pieces you've ever showed me. I'm impressed and moved and will shortly pass out. Miss you dear. We'll talk soon. mikey