holy 18689

Do good by God, although his shephards eye won't need you. Was prayed for twice by

aunt and old mother, until the tektite, glass body appeared in the garden where the women

 

once kneeled. Could it be "the vision", or the Vaseline gleem off John Lee Hookers forhead?

And God shall do good by you, but not as a practical joke, quotidian world, the lookout

 

as the quivive peeks thru green places, heavy with colloards and crimson beet tops.

As a fast paced sentry, I used to pray, then stay up late quizzing my fingers for whatever

 

truth the clasp could mean. Go ahead, shake me down.

I am still too small to be believed.

 

I went to the poetry reading anyway, my old vision open to new words. I enjoyed so much when

the pretty girl read her bad poems to us and after which forworned the gallery to be prepared

 

for the next volume. As I envision me and her under the harmless scarf; who can care of the

iambus' stresses and unstresses? Our scarlet moments, irregular though distributed to the low

 

steep slopes. Pretty girls make the best poets, the best rock collectors, the finest bakers of loaves

or the rarest cultivators of tee-roses.

 

That record player needs a new needle! It was so funny trying to dance like James Brown or his

Fabulous Flames. Black tablecloth, like black cape, coverng our shoulders. Your fat-boy cousin,

 

in the crouch that leads again to the melody. We poured Pepsi, our pretend ritual, on your sisters

red pumps to actualize our splits.When the 45 ran to infinity, we hurried to place the stylist

 

at the beginning of the new day. Twice you ran the gauntlet of many other things.

Make believe is so, so real.

Reviews

[luna11]

Wow... Amazing xD
I love it. It's very well written.

[sienikeha]

honestly -- your work is so rich! love love love

[Emily B]

plain girls makes pretty poets too :)