Monday, February 21, 2011

Existence is Elsewhere

She ran him down to alien town
Where he helped her build the moon
Draped in a golden buttoned gown
His time had come too soon

And all she knew and all she had
She owed to Che Guevara
And those amber days in Leningrad
That named her Cait O’Mara

She ran him down with ill intent
For the accumulated fate
He’d pushed her way from armour rent
By the act of being late

Late for school and late for learning
Late for heading home
Late to feel the need for turning
Away from pastures known

She ran him down in pale blue shark
That she’d bought from AndrĂ© Breton
Arrived before the dawning dark
and hoped that they would get it on


Harlequin said...

the visual is amazing and the poem is a gem.... a real gem. i've read it again and again and it's got that mantra rhythm about it, kinda gets under the skin.
great stuff.

Moineau En France said...

so inventive, pisces! i love every stanza! juste une petite suggestion? (ugh) "and hoped they would get it on"--a little humor there?

love the photo too. existence is elsewhere (if only...). xoxoxox

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: I kinda see this as a companion to "A Single Frame from a Foreign Film" which I posted a coupla weeks ago...

Sparrow: Great Suggestion - it shall be so.
The title is a quote from Andre Breton ;]

Baino said...

Never cross a woman scorned. Especially if she's Irish.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Baino: You said it :)

Old 333 said...

Damned refrigeration unit!

I'd wear a spacesuit downtown, too. My ex actually designed to make, weaponized, and safe.

The poem was pretty darn cool. Thanks for it!