Friday, August 23, 2013

waiting for guests to leave/ after the guests went home


waiting for the guests to leave:

no barrier reef can keep
your song i tuck inside
my velvet bag--away too long
when sailing with the trade winds

angels know me too well
they would not give up on me
after having walked around
the frenzied wax museum

where people who go to see them
are their own kind of artifice
holding up the devil's bargain
in isinglass mirrors---too freaking fake!

while homestead hums...
in bright cherry wood patina
melding with earth tones
baritones, chess played

after the guests went home~

chilling on escargot and grapes
little canapes with red bursts
of caviar--fluted glasses filled
with bubbly...flaky amigos

perchance to waltz into
a small cluster of trees, whispering
about my fall from grace---tis i that
smiles on the miracle mile---fortuna
winks, and lets me into her cleaved chest




powm and photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved..(c)

 




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