I’ve been working on my review of Nothing Like the Holidays when this piece of verse oozed out of my fingertips. Severely off-topic, but when the voice calls, I must heed it.
placated on a whim, sealed in a coffin
a steady stream of planetariums
a feast of all day saints
submerged by lone heroes
that walk the battle fronts, where the promises I offer
won’t pay for a carriage ride to the town center
meanwhile I’m indebted to the open mic
it buzzes with flashy ferris wheels that needle in the park
where you’ve left your shadow
I’ve left my car
and the heady reminder that I can be wounded appears to send you free
to be written on the fly
I cancel out the interiority
of a femme fatale fool.
–yiqi 13 dec 08 123:28 AM