10 April 2012

Song Poem

Song Poem 4/10

All these abandoned songs
sitting in Penn Jillette's basement
collecting pathos

Here is an ode to Jimmy Carter
sitting on a porch
breaking shit against the backdoor

This call is the voice of the bird
in the cage left on the stoop
asking the other birds what the sky is

And in that basement
irony vanishes becomes vapor
and all we are left with is everyday realness

Human beauty breaking like waves
dirty fleshy bodies and all rising up
belly first

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