wanda's dog

 

 

 

You asked me to ride along when I didn't want to; By opening the car door, to follow

as a consort to some queen, when I didn't want to. When what I wanted was to be

 

left alone, united, similar and celestial with the constellations of leaves in the

contentment of the grass shelf. I must admit. I rode along just for your need of company.

 

Looking out the cracked passenger window, speeding past an old city disemboweled

of neat lawns and uncracked curbs; or some diseuse riciter of the words on

 

the graffiti tablet. I don't read words so I draft all images oblong like the flamingos

I chase, who uses his lamellate bill to uncover the bent-forward truth of faces I refuse

to distinguish.

 

Don't rub me, please don't, to satisfy the prehistoric supervene of the usefull embrace.

Instead, get close enough to rub the Grisly or leave that tacless, denegrade to the

 

slobering child or the stumbling sightless. And don't take me to that old womans house

again, who's yard smells of cat s**t and whose tv-room is filled with the photos of

 

the dead like tatami straw matting on the floors of that Asian man who works

deligently on your cars motor but who takes a taxi everywhere he goes.

 

In fact, let me out of here. I don't want to ride today, yesterday or tomorrow; I would

much rather die, chained to the ash tree, where I can dance with the patrons

 

of the cabaret at the fence line and scatter birds for my,

and not your, evening

entertainment.

Reviews

[dartanyon jonez]

I always say that animals are people, too-who just can't read or fluently speak a language that humans understand. My take on this is, not only do you recognize that they could be thinking the very things that you mentioned, but that they could also be thinking something to the contrary.

I often wonder what animals are thinking when they stare at me. They could be pondering the same thing. Kudos, Dana! :)

[h d e rushin]

thank you dartanyon for finding this old poem among so many old poems....And thank you again for stopping by my friend....dana

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I feel like the first viewing is just to look up words
and I comprehended nothing
but it was a cleansing process to prepare my mind/soul
for the power and brilliance and (ironic) joy of it
the following phrase alone..
"the bent-forward truth of faces"
even minus the context of the poem
kinda makes me feel catatonically abducted by the sky
but ofc, IN context, it's exponentially epic
and if not for the stubborn will of my brain
gripping the idea (to the point my palms are bleeding)
so deeply embedded in my cranial film
--that foolish notion of atmospheric pressure
or some such nonsense...
yeah if not for that, my head would collapse on itself
but it's not just that phrase...
I don't even know if any of that made sense even, ha
but it's well known, that I am neither logical nor graceful

I will say, this concept alone (the perspective/experience, etc. of it) is brilliant...for a normal human, the execution
at the very least, would have been tricky
but you nailed this to the wall like a string gracing the back of a masterpiece
then you flicked a bead of sweat into god's eye
and he was like "hey nice shot"

this poem has uncensored my view of reality
and for that, I say, damn you
and thank you

I feel compelled to conclude by saying I feel like I've cheated God and death by being allowed to witness your writing

I'm gonna go suffocate on the milky air of chaos now, I can't promise I will sleep, but I promise to return and/or pretend I've left

[sienikeha]

amazing. such truth. barebones, laid down, no frill. pure unbridled poetry.

[Emily B]

i'm a little behind on my reading, i'll be catching up soon

some days i like to ride, other days i just want to drive and drive