Thursday, March 11, 2004
Poem: Red Sea Parting
Exit!
past neon guitars and
over starry bronze memorials
crackling clear cold night like a circuit
closed, connecting earthskyauras
(a spark at every sole separation propelling
across the cracks and over the confetti
sandwich wrappers swizzle sticks garlic is king)
A beer! A beer you say!
but the hops cannot slake this thirst and
I must take the train tapping its electric mantra
to the station on the landing and run down the bank and bathe
in a river wide enough to wash away my sins
(down to Memphis, to Graceland
and on past, down to New Orleans where
they can learn to speak French and eat crawdads)
past neon guitars and
over starry bronze memorials
crackling clear cold night like a circuit
closed, connecting earthskyauras
(a spark at every sole separation propelling
across the cracks and over the confetti
sandwich wrappers swizzle sticks garlic is king)
A beer! A beer you say!
but the hops cannot slake this thirst and
I must take the train tapping its electric mantra
to the station on the landing and run down the bank and bathe
in a river wide enough to wash away my sins
(down to Memphis, to Graceland
and on past, down to New Orleans where
they can learn to speak French and eat crawdads)
