I can tell that you don't believe me.
I can see that you think I'm some crackpot, some hare-brained loony.
Wouldn't wanna be you
when they get here.
All this, these fields, that shitty old house over there,
the well in the yard where we used to play Lindbergh kidnapping,
it's gonna be a paradise.
You think I'm just some old biddie.
I've got the inside dope!
The man, he's as handsome as a Fourth of July sunrise,
as muscled and graceful as a Kentucky Derby winner,
and if he kisses you, well, you're gonna fall backwards, healed.
The other one, nobody can tell if it's a man or a woman,
but oh what a voice. Never talks, just sings,
and the birds on every bush and fence post just shut up and take lessons.
One gonna sing. The other gonna lay on hands.
I seen this once before, in the forties. They made me young again,
then I got old again, so I hope they hurry up and get here.
You watch. There's never been anything like the golden duo.
They make cats crap out diamonds and dogs quote Shakespeare.
They'll make your mama tall like she wanna be,
And you? They could make you an astronaut or something fine like that.
You're already a brain 'cept for not believing me about the golden duo.
You wait. You watch. You're snotty quiet now, but when you spot 'em
You'll crow like a rooster and lay an egg, both. You can thank me then.
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Co-written by Poetic Naychur Cat (me), and Baby Puppy (Mama Zen's daughter.)
" One gonna sing. The other gonna lay on hands.
ReplyDeleteI seen this once before, in the forties. They made me young again,
then I got old again, so I hope they hurry up and get here.
You watch. There's never been anything like the golden duo."
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(this is baby puppy by the way)
ReplyDeleteI couldn't stop smiling while I read this.Flawless work Shay, I love reading your work when I can!
And, this is Mama Zen. My work here is done. I think I'll just shuffle off and learn to knit.
ReplyDeleteWell, of COURSE Mama Zen's daughter is going to write killer poems - and she is starting off at the top, collaborating with Shay. Baby Puppy, how old are you now? I'm old, so I've lost count!
ReplyDeleteCrazy awesome. I've read it several times already.
ReplyDeleteLove:
"the well in the yard where we used to play Lindbergh kidnapping"
"I've got the inside dope!"
"and if he kisses you, well, you're gonna fall backwards, healed"
"The other one, nobody can tell if it's a man or a woman"
"I seen this once before, in the forties."
"They make cats crap out diamonds and dogs quote Shakespeare"
"You're snotty quiet now, but when you spot 'em"
Really cool how they're both so mesmerizing that gender really doesn't matter (theirs or ours). We're all gonna fall in love with them both, male or female.
Kind of devilish, really. Shapeshifters, thieves, soul snatchers. I guess it could go either way, good or evil. It's kind of hard to say until you see them in the flesh. But by then, it will be too late. Fates will already be sealed.
I think the duo is comprised of a presidential candidate and his/her running mate. It's all just around the corner, isn't it?
One of your best collaborations, ever. Kudos to both poets. The personal as always becomes the particular, and then the peculiar, and the images are as new as a newborn babe and as classic as Venus on a rather cracked half-shell. Loved it.The combined talent here is amazing.
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing collaboration, seamlessly executed. I felt the crack of the whip in each clever line.
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