my friend says
everyone is so beautiful here
it's like i dont know where to look first
i wasn't noticing them being beautiful
i was staring at the ocean resting my eyes
after a long time of looking and seeing only their thirst
venice is no place for a poet
with a mission and x-ray vision
man-child/musician Chris Kkane has a stormy vibe
but he smells like honey and he hugs me
so i buy his hip-hop cd
venice is no place for a poet
with her heart too close to her head
i try to memorize moments
evidence to be laid on the table
examined and scalpeled with the stroke of my pen
the hawkers and tourists and misfit toys
the damaged and dented sale bin souls
but like a wraith i waft through their walls
venice is no place for a poet
with a notebook and open wounds
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"venice is no place for a poet
with a notebook and open wounds"
Though I'm no poet, I've been warned. ~r
"damaged and dented sale bin souls"
perfect
Inspiration ...
I want to be with this awhile ...but, for now, what comes to me is that the poet’s eyes ... eyes informed ... by heart ... by wounds ... are the eyes ... that truly ... see ...
nick - its a first draft, and needs some tightening..perhaps a few more images, but thanks for that.
trigster! did i miss a text from you the other day? i totally hate phones & dont pay enough attention to mine! sorry... dented & damaged sale bin folks...those are my people :)
anna1liese - you are too kind. eyes informed...i like that a LOT.
scarlett - i think you're right. but i think sometimes its difficult to be with any large group of people if you're the sort who feels people.
I hope you got some quiet time later.
everywhere a broken heart.
loved this.
every word.
You draw us deep inside ... your words ... and all they bring ... to life ... to light ... you take us all ... to venice beach ... where ... we walk ... and see ... so much ... with you ... you take us ... as well ... to the poet’s heart ... which ... sometimes ... seems to struggle ... with the poet’s ... craft ... struggle ... even ... as ... perhaps ... it sets it ... free ...
still here ... reading ... seeing ... thinking ... gratefully ...
venice is no place for a poet
with her heart too close to her head
Don't we know what that feels like? I want to add something about people whose heads are up their asses, but that would spoil the mood, wouldn't it?
those without the former usually haven't the gumption
to gather unto themselves in a point of energy
the latter..mission...
whatever mission we have is self-absorbing & perpetuating.
we live only for mission.
"
i try to memorize moments
evidence to be laid on the table
examined and scalpeled with the stroke of my pen"
evidence, yes. what is evident and not seen in the fury
of the moment. must be contained
and taken in
later...then
made part
of the mission, or not...............