I wrote the poem below yesterday. It's rigged. There's no resemblance to what I wrote on first impulse, and now, I don't remember my intent so well.
The Overflow Of The Heart
The menu is not the meal even in an ambiance that's surreal,
and a wrinkled map is not the territory beneath your heel.
But, if you meet a local trollop who's reputed to pack a wallop,
don't forget she'll stomp rudely through yo' polyps turning cartwheels.
It's said the blackguard in your backyard plies a mean ruse
knowing the stick figures in your heart can bear no sad news,
He deposits them in the maze of the blue stone's purple haze,
to do tricks upon your slick, droll plays to light your short fuse.
He sits inside the the guarded walls to sing his sad dirge
for removing the curse transmuting his father's old urge,
He works being-for-others instead of having his druthers,
and gives nod to sound and seeing in his strong upsurge.
felix manos peregrino
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Extensively edited today
The restaurant I ate lunch today with it Fiftie's theme seems out of place in this small town. It's a franchise. There's a couple more of them around in the small towns here and yon. It's called Andy's. I've been there before a few times. Less than the fingers on my left hand.
They have a special where you get the cheeseburger all-the-way with french fries and a large Pepsi for $4.99, and it's a half-pound fresh meat hamburger. If you like fresh meat hamburgers hot off the grill, and I do, it seems like a pretty good deal.
There have been plenty of open booths and seats every time I'm been there. Usually right at lunch. I don't feel self conscious about taking my LA Times puzzle book inside with me and playing word games. Not fancy word games. Just Sunday Sized expert level crossword puzzles that have some very clever puzzle editors. I hardly ever finish one of these puzzles in one sitting, but I don't mind. Since there is always open booths I take my time and enjoy myself.
Andy's features music from the 50's too. I swore I'd never be like my father who found the Lawrence Welk Show to be like attending church. Today, sitting there at Andy's working my crossword puzzle I found myself listening to the lyrics of the song on the jukebox system. C'mon, it's a 50's theme restaurant. They gotta have a juke box. But, this song wasn't a 50's song that I know of.
"It's only words,
but, words are all I have
to give my heart away."
~ Words, sung by The Beegees
I heard the chorus two ways. The first was that words was all they had to give their heart away, and the second one was that words were all they have to take her love away. Works for me. I was writing about how coming into consciousness of realizing we're asleep and dreaming provides us with words to take over the direction of our dreams. Words are all we have to take over the direction of our day time dreams too, but they're much more elaborate lives. We created the entire world with words.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
