Sensei Sunset: A Love Poem To The Alphabet

 

  

This is. TORN. SCREAMS. how it. QUIET. ENDS. starts...

 

Mosca Terrible,

dances around waltzes of words and quills to the quick, listen

to the lingual eclipse, in a sky filled with

firefly letters that glow when you hear them: k - v - l - u.

Again you dance... Again you dance... inside an event of yourself

 

Delicate...

could I have a moment of your tongue?

 

 

Old lady Alphabet,

could I pour a bath of ancient syllables over thee, Celestial Harridan,

for in thy naked szilogy lies an unknown origin.

Towel-sky-dry yourself while

threads from the head of a grandmother wheeze into a skeltering sigh.

You were seventeen eyes tall,

a beautiful question, an anonymous Sensei Sunset, whispered

into the shoulder blades of an Egyptian Beetle.

Sing-Violetteye daggers-fly thrusted evenly

through Blood Swamp where Queens live a victory every second.

Again you dance...Again you dance...flist-breeze, ascending Astaire's Twist.

 

 

Nocturnal whimsy throws thee:

a shatter, SCREAMING THROUGH KOMODO WINDOW...

a sound, PAINTED BY VASSILY FOUNTAINHEAD'S MID-AIR CONCUSSION...

a headache, VOLUPTUOUS...

a migraine, POETIC...

nevertheless...

you

"aa-eee-ii-ooo-uu through alphabetical intercourse and land in parameciums of modern art,

a mouth among mouths.

Virginal in vision and song, yet,

lovely and moving with

time, time, thy consonants blind, bittersweet eye.

Parables wheeze

into vowelings I hear...Mosca Terrible's chanticleer:

"Vaya y'uns goske por chunza.

Soy siego querida pero me sensei sunsets.

Sin t'iega d'intensi,

offren-offa-fa-fa, bomullustraffa-fa-fienzi.

Ampiezz-I, BABY, YOU AND I...SHOULD UNIVI!"

 

Reversing in on itself, Mosca Terrible becomes an alphabet,

for a faraway pharoah, inna still-born desert, Chesemia sinking deeper in the sand.

Take my hand.

My mello-asis.

Ma-masiah's-desert-no-hesiTATE-an' dress up...

for the 3-Minute-Alpha-Betta-Ball!

Let me dance in your 3-Minute soul.

Oh Charisima, you could never be a 3-minute wallflower...ILL! !!

 

GRILLED LAMBCHUCK ON SHANK DILL

STILL BORN TENDER LOAD

VEAL SCOWL ACROSS HER FACED ME-HE AS HER...NO!!! SHE COLOR-IN-HER-EYES...COULD.

HER GOLD-LAME-SHIMMERED-SHOULDERS GAVE MEAHHHHHHH

SPECTACULAR DREAM TO REMEMBER

YOU - BY

I - CHI

SHE:

3-Year-Old-3-Minute-Baggaged-Me-He-Through-Her-Guitar-Picked-Teet-hhh!!!

 

THERE'S A NIGHTCLUB IN THE TOP OF MY MOUTH!!!

WANNA DANCE?

 

I'm blind my love, but I can sense the sun set when you're near me.

My darling breeze, don't fly without me.

Take my hand and come to a time when you were mine.

Take my words and give me your past.

 

So that I may live your dreams, and make them mine.

 

there are sounds about you

that can't be heard

except in sunsets

if words repeat words in mid-air

are you there to breathe them in

?

 

prick your hearing and Iisten

for it is that pleasure

that becomes so violent

and so pure

that brings you and I to life

and so to death

 

A luminescent pull offa butterfly's wing,

leaving a trail of monarchs scattered over the sails.

Vaya Chopin, dance, be caught in your wind...

With clouds as wings, Mestophocles sings,

of word-angels that mate in mid-air.. my dear.

 

Cumulus Interruptus, doth a humouress silver opus,

in Alpha's dance and song to the wind.

Delicate...

pull a splinter from a butterfly's wing.

A wish impaled wants to be saved sometimes.

 

Years sail by you, Old Lady Alphabet,

carefully broken and lying in sawdust I live

naked in your past.

Century's riddle: 4 - 2 - 3 - what animal has a heart among hearts?

 

I dreamed your dream.

I spoke your speak, Strumpet of Letters.

I was sawdust from an ancient syllable... drifting

through a pinhole constellation

in an infant of sky.

You were seventeen eyes tall,

a beautiful question, an anonymous Sensei Sunset...

 

let me borrow your tongue...

 

This is. TORN. SCREAMS. how it. QUIET. ENDS. starts...

 

Steve CannonTribes