X-rayed by your razor eyes,
bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled,
curse me blind with whimpered cries.
I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled
I feel you, come and hang with me.
OK touch me. rainbow me, you got me gal.
Sweet sweat, I’m dirty I’m your ugly guy.
Deaf to gravity, lead me, dance me catlike
Grievous angel, there’s a prize
for roots of mountains, skies and Thomas Pynchon.
Oh, weight of pen to write, there are swallows
I’m your angel, come with me and follow
upward, onward, leave this empty room.
Cause the higher we fly the longer my fall.
Gravity is crucial for the human race
but all I think about is you, angelic trace.
Today we revisit old prompts at toads. My choice was be inspired by the music of Laurie Anderson, my choice was Gravity’s angel. I’m not sure I understood it the way it was meant, but on the other hand I do not fully understand but gravity’s angel had me thinking of Lucifer.
I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
January 7, 2017