down beautiful way high (Michael Paul Ladanyi)
~for my wife~
(Inspired by Donna Kuhn's
piece of visual art titled:
Fed With A Heart)
i know you are fish-vanilla trees,
bird-gray shallow water stones over your eyes
like finger rain.
you are this peace/chance/girl
in southern november leaves and sand---
your wall-green clocks faux-sun plaster on sex-wet thighs.
you are no bronze-mode city,
no kaminos marias soup
of orange moons sliding my mouth,
no novel/crayon/cigarettes.
your lover is choking on lonely ink
and charcoal film;
where has he gone silver watered?
where, picture-eye-framed,
peach-tin sky burning rattle-cough red,
down beautiful way high like trembling?
i know you are (art, art, art)
pop/paint/explosions,
your tongue blue against yellow
cochlea eye-tapping---
are my hand shock radio static sight.
(Copyright (C) 2005, Michael Paul Ladanyi.)
(Inspired by Donna Kuhn's
piece of visual art titled:
Fed With A Heart)
i know you are fish-vanilla trees,
bird-gray shallow water stones over your eyes
like finger rain.
you are this peace/chance/girl
in southern november leaves and sand---
your wall-green clocks faux-sun plaster on sex-wet thighs.
you are no bronze-mode city,
no kaminos marias soup
of orange moons sliding my mouth,
no novel/crayon/cigarettes.
your lover is choking on lonely ink
and charcoal film;
where has he gone silver watered?
where, picture-eye-framed,
peach-tin sky burning rattle-cough red,
down beautiful way high like trembling?
i know you are (art, art, art)
pop/paint/explosions,
your tongue blue against yellow
cochlea eye-tapping---
are my hand shock radio static sight.
(Copyright (C) 2005, Michael Paul Ladanyi.)
2 Comments:
what a wonderful play of words...the possibilites and visuals you have created here.
I recently puchased your book titled Spelling Crows of Winter. Brilliant. Your poetry can be read many different ways due to its layers of metaphor and simile, and each reading yeilds new understandings. Thank you.
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