"One Fast Sonnet Later"
Eisenglass tips. pantyhose rips. You count
to ten, and ten, and ten again. Babies
born, fourteen deaths. Empty bassinets bounce
between yesses, nos (nose) and all the maybes.
Well (Stone) people mimic the throes of rabies,
and the Sum's Sum never loses and ounce.
This is how (why) we love and fear the zanies—
always prepared (ready) to caress or pounce.
One fast sonnet later, turned one-forty
trying to grasp, lost in definition
assignment speed, patterns of woven yarn.
My prayer is this: so fast (predicted:) the tsunami
no time to lose count in the solution
and every crystal thread torn (breaks) into shards (shreds).
Wrote this at Ed Stanton's Drawing Circus at the Richmond Art Center. Lauren was the model. At the time, she was wearing a pink life preserver.
ReplyDeleteThe tenor of Stanton's sessions is improvisational with aspects helping to keep artists off-balance in order to facilitate new discovery. To put it simply.
I very much enjoyed writing in this atmosphere on large sheets of varying media including packing plastic and corrugated cardboard.
I love the visual swirling and excitement of it. It's very tactile. I'd never heard of 'eisenglass' before this poem - clear vinyl? It's a nice sounding word. "Empty bassinets bounce between yesses." I've never experienced that before - can I come over and see?
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