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Does it make any sense
that a tune of raging, unrequited lust
would cheer me? But it always does…
Every time a stranger leans
across the jukebox to hit this
precise select button, I glimmer
with delighted anticipation
Then as the first base lines roll
out across the room, climbing
in pitch like nearing thunder
I feel the prickles…
It’s the same but it’s new every time.

I am a human of flesh and blood
and certain necessities, tending toward
hunger and ache and breaking
Dismay over your own humanity
has made you infallibly monastic
yet I revel in these little earthquakes
which tremble-treble our common ocean
As we search through simple dips and swells
a pure expression of desire reveals the world
starkly tensile and young, once more,
with inexperience, deprived, depraved

It’ really an easy reason, quite obvious
why I love that clichéd, worn-out song
When we hide our needs, like this
I prefer to wear glittering, damp fragility
on my sleeve like an awkward charm


------
"All the darkness in the world
cannot put out the light
of one candle"


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The following comments are for "Rock'n'Roll, No Apology"
by hazelfaern

this is fine
really like this poem, it really works - from somewhere about the hips, it echoes Emily Dickinson's

"In insecurity to lie
is joy's ensuring quality"

of course, with a beat -

by the way, it's not 'base,' but 'bass'; I know, I'm a bass


john

( Posted by: johnlibertus [Member] On: May 15, 2004 )

feeding the soul.
Poetry is nothing but music you can't exactly hear as well.

The poem is constructed wonderfully and the tone fits what needs to be convayed as well. You have your own beats, your own rythems (I'm going to pretend like I spelled that right, if you so feel inclined to endulge me), and your own catchy melody swelling up within this piece, and I love it.

I'll listen to it again when I'm at this world wide jukebox.

-b.

( Posted by: b. schatz [Member] On: May 15, 2004 )

special songs
This piece made me think of songs I hear and remember who I was with at the time and where I was in the life process....It finally dawned on me ...in all of my 28 years of married life....we never had a song that we called "Our Song"....maybe that was because ....he was never mine....Oh well, life goes on and it does get better.....I'd rather be laughing...I love your work

( Posted by: Nitz Kitty [Member] On: May 16, 2004 )

Music From Another Room
Thanks for the pointer, John, you're absolutely correct. I don't quite know how I missed that. Must have had a minor brain spasm during editing *and* proof-reading.

And b.schatz, what an odd thing to say... I think I get the gist of your remark, but if you've ever sat down and read through a sheet of lyrics without the music behind them, I think you'll find that poetry, of necessity, is quite a different breed of animal. More like a distant second cousin to music than an identical twin -- to my mind, anyway.

Thanks, all, again, for the thoughts and your time.

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: May 16, 2004 )





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