An Ode To My Crankyness On Ode Writing
having not written odes on Thighs, Wrists, Ovaries & Uterus, Breasts, and Lips.
first typed draft 10/26/08
(to be read aloud)
Viva La Resistance!
The keyboard stands empty
as unexpressed
My Lips, My Breasts,
My Thighs, My Wrists,
My Ovaries and Uterus
Their beauties in ode
repressed.
No! Say I
and No! again, No More!
Shall I dissect the sum of me
Subdivided in unliving soliloquy
For the whole is more
than that which stands alone.
For what are lips without
wrists to kiss or breasts to suck upon?
And where thighs meet
and pussyfeet to
uterus hidden throne?
Shall these sisters be
individual adorned
When apart they do not live?The same blood course
The same fate cast
the same reign shall I give!
Solomon got the whole thing write
When in his Song of Songs
He calls each piece
within her place
adorning each
with special grace
and then he trails... along...
My ostentations breast cry out,
"Nay! I want my ode!"
"Tell all the world of The Great Ta-Tas
and titties that you hold!"
Rebellious creatures. Noisy wits.
More attention do you cry?
"Yes!" she says and "Yes!" she too
"You know damn well we do!"
Dare I ask you, little wrists
your opinion on the sum?"Well" with breathy soft exhale
"Essential essence in S is yours
expression sine qua non sinuosity...
Darling, where would you be without usss?"
I bow my head, surrendering,
Neck giggles, knows
her time will come...
my lips just smile, blow me a kiss,
and say, "now, wasn't that just fun?"
"write the odes my little brain
let ego choose its part
for pleasure lays in Our embrace
so worship from the heart."
The souls of creation say "we are well pleased"Bodily manifest as ovaries
Uterian orchestration of doing the undone
Spinning worlds in flesh
of magic wells
and speaking through these ancient spells
WRITE! she calls AND WORLDS REPLY
WE WILL SPIN YOUR GOLD FROM BASIC THINGS
AND IN YOUR INKING GRANT YOU WINGS
I AM says She I CREATE.
LOVE YOUR FLESH SAY I.
The thunder from the voice of God passes,
gently, soft into night.
And the quiet pillars saying "Ssh..."
Carry all, bear all, all these parts. These thighs
say "ssh now.."
And I see their nobility
without them speaking a word.
Time and Exercise (and a baby)
4 years ago
