My newest effort.

7/14/11

 

JUL(ong)Y

 

This l o n g ing

needs a soundtrack;

country western,

Iris Dement lament,

but,

Paul Simon, Eric Clapton, Dave Matthews,

sound more authentic

blowing through my car windows

ALL JULY L O N G

ing

made of:

body-soft cotton tie-dye,

constant subtraction of two hours for distance,

vibrations of messages against me,

far-away foreplay,

while waiting for more days to

cross off our calendars,

each Wednesday and Thursday

waking after hours of skin-dreaming

to enormous beds,

long

with missing body,

long

with every surge and dip of

adrenaline-sick fluid,

with wistful and whine

and punching buttons on phones

for tactile release

of pent-up moments that bundle into hours

and

how long?s

and

please?s

plead by twitching muscles,

tense tendons

slack and lacking,

impatiently anticipant,

disused sinews,

throbbing hotspots smolder:

body memory daydreams

ALL LONG JULY;

now would not be soon enough.

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About jake.forrest

Poet. Songwriter. Etc. View all posts by jake.forrest

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