between us, our senses, our skin
and the world we were living in,
the white smear erasure of our minds made us birds in an atmosphere of anvils.
Survival left rippling cracks in the plate glass
of our temporal back-beat;
People mistook us for Dada tickets but we were
just a wedge in a bar of a song in our heads
To be remembered each Fourth Of July
as we concuss, diffuse, and catch each other's eye
even in gravity boots,
even in the dark.
_______
for Kenia's guest post at Real Toads. I chose the following song:
To be a bird in an atmosphere of anvils, yes, this is uplifting. I read this poem again and again, playing the song, what a magical feeling of freedom, of belonging among the clouds. Never too late to play. I must confess I had been waiting for your name to show in the list. I am so glad it did!
ReplyDelete^^^Yes! I'm so glad you played the song as you read, because I conceived it as I believed you intended, as an integration of both.
ReplyDeleteThe lines Kenia quotes are the ones that caught me, too. Amazing write, Shay. As always.
ReplyDeletethe white smear erasure of our minds...
ReplyDeleteThis concept really hits home for me. Seems like an epidemic these days, a kind of willing erasure of intellect. I wonderful response to the challenge, Shay.
Even with gravity's booths we still have to try reaching the sky.
ReplyDelete"white smear erasure of our minds" - Love that!
ReplyDelete:but we were just a wedge in a bar of a song in our heads" Love that line..There are so many people I know that the only connection we have is music.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is SO awesome.
ReplyDeleteEspecially this section:
"the white smear erasure of our minds made us birds in an atmosphere of anvils.
Survival left rippling cracks in the plate glass
of our temporal back-beat;
People mistook us for Dada"
Just mind-blowingly good, Shay. That second stanza is like a taser. I don't think I've ever heard alienation expressed with such emotional soundness. You continue to just get better and better.
ReplyDeleteExcellent. I love the tone of this poem.
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