Flamenco Orchid

The dress appears to be an orchid blossom, and Madam Flamenco rises from this organ of fire! It is a dynamic illusion, one which, I am sure, you will want to return to again & again!

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“PORTAL!”

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Christmas Day (in The Morning)

[As I walked in The Woods, on this Christmas Morn, I noticed a clearing – a portal was torn! I gazed right into it – and THERE! Just like SUN! I spied your fine form – I-knew! Life was done. OR – Was it beginning? We never know when:

Something is ending –

Or beginning AGAIN!] ❤ TO: Girly

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GOLDEN

Love is boring and passé, all that old baggage,
the bloody bric-a-brac, the bad, the gothic,
retrograde, obscurantist hum and drum of it
needs to be swept away. So, night after night,
we sit in the dark of the Roxy beside grandmothers
with their shanks tied up in the tourniquets
of rolled stockings and open ourselves, like earth
to rain, to the blue fire of the movie screen
where love surrenders suddenly to gangsters
and their cuties. There in the narrow,
mote-filled finger of light, is a blonde,
so blonde, so blinding, she is a blizzard, a huge
spook, and lights up like the sun the audience
in its galoshes. She bulges like a deuce coupe.
When we see her we say good-bye to Kansas.
She is everything spare, cool, and clean,
like a gas station on a dark night and the cold
dependable light of rage coming in on schedule like a bus.

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Good evening Dear

Warm summer sun
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night

WAITING

“JUST WAITING!” Christmas 2017. . . . for YOU! Monday.

I write
Or paint
Or sing a song!

I go out
To The Lawn:

To water there
Or feed The Birds!

Such things, I’ve always done! (pronounced: “dahwn!”)

I breathe
Another fateful breath!
And eat a bite of chow (pronounced: “ciao!”)

With-some-other-things
That-I-might-do,
And I am asking: “HOW?

Much longer
Will-I-“Spin-My-Wheels?
Waiting for MY LOVE?!”

I am only waiting (pause)
For YOU (pause)
My Turtle Dove!

[I am doing this or that,
From riches unto rags?!
I am simply waiting:
TO GO {IN}-BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!
So, I will wait, my angel (pause)
UNTIL You-notice-me!
I’m waiting now and waiting then –
TO BE INSIDE OF THEE!]
🙂

fin. ❤

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.

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“EVERYTHING I HAVE”* Christmas Morning – 2017. Monday. *: I Give To You – for M. 🙂

You fished me outta The Bargain Bin at the local “5 and dime!”

You bought me CHEAP, as damaged goods,

Attached: There was a rhyme:

Said: “This is J Jay – Here for you –

Your special-silly-boy,

Who’s waiting for a girl, (pause)

To find this broken toy,

Who’ll fish him out and take him home and care for him all right,

And everything he has is yours – he’ll be your guiding light!!”

When I was bought, I looked straight up and saw your tear-filled eyes,

And fell in love with you right there; and breathed a million sighs!

You said: “Well, J Jay – Wanna Play?” and my heart skipped a beat,

And I said: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,“ and you laid me in your seat!

“So-so, my J Jay – What you got? This EVERYTHING THAT’S YOURS?”

And I looked up into your face and said, in “kitten purrs:”

“Hi, my name is J Jay and I-know-what-I-got –

No money, lands or careful plans, but what I’s got’s A LOT!

I have not you; You have not me, for I can tell you true!

I am ‘The Lord’s,’

You are The Lord’s – And-I-don’t know what to do!

My little head is fluffy poo, so knowledge I have not –

This life’s a Great Big Mystery – But-I-still-know-what-I-got!

If you want all I have, My Dear, I’ll tell you very plain:

I got this MAGIC SOMETHING –

That’ll drive you quite insane!

I got just one thing, Honey Pie –

Can’t touch it, sell it, seek it, find it –

Where it is, I ain’t a clue –

BUT – It’s real, I’m sure, by goll.

IT IS THIS FEELING I HAVE FOR YOU – PLEASE LOVE YOUR LITTLE DOLL!”

fin. ❤

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