Picture it
People colliding in slapdash collections
Bouncing into one another
Midday
And exchanging clothes right then and there
Shoes and handbags and everything
Discomfitted
Waddling away into their afternoon task lists
Chafing their heels and scapulae
Irritated
Bumping once again as evening plummets forward
Into yet another group of the faux-transformed
Wearied
And exchanging viruses and expectations right then and there
Spirochetes and phages and post-doc plans
Promising
Eyes pleading into eyes as if this had never happened before
Just take what you find in silence
As we have
Accept your place in this asymmetric polygamy
Do something with that size-four slingback neurosis you're leaving with
Concentrate
Tomorrow there will be another twist of tissues
I will be where you are now and in that same configuration
Picture it
We have always and will always do this on purpose
The hot sheen of your forehead for the swollen bunion on my left foot
Synonymy
Passionate infections and benevolent impact each and every time
Smacking headlong into the angles of our dance
Forever
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A "slam" is a gathering where poems are read aloud, as a kind of music. It has roots in beat poetry, and the poems written for it are designed to lead to strong, pulsing rhythm as the poem is read.
ReplyDeleteThis one is harder for me to get than the circle poems. Have you considered writing one that centers on the life and times of a grown human male from Nantucket in the past for poetards like me?
ReplyDeleteI'll work on it. :)
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