Photo Credit: MARIA
By Joe Perez
Continued from Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3.
VII
Dancing in dapper dress,
‘Dorned with a dab of scent,
Not leaving the meeting,
It dashes in and out.
Adjacent to water,
Dammed sink or dampened cloth,
Adhering to a blade
Of dazzling causal force,
A dagger wet with blood.
It is a cadaver
Encasing the living,
Not slight but radical,
Reality added
To every measurement.
It is satisfied to feel
Sadness, or with madness
Made greater even more,
Dancing in dapper dress.
VIII
When the hen’s egg hatches,
It makes an eggshell hatch,
That which chops shell and chick
Into discrete natures.
As soft and wet dollops
Strike a flat surface, splat,
Attachments tack to use;
Or as a stone statue
Holds still a human form.
Sadness without voice,
Quiet satisfaction;
Gladness gone flat and wide,
As air on a plateau tongue;
Taffy stretched far and lean;
Rounded platter tablet.
Life taps a quality
Made for combat tactics
When the hen’s egg hatches.
To be continued…
This poem appears in the unpublished volume Phonosemantic Meditations.
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