On her tits stand two wide-fanned palm trees
that drop coconuts in my nude lap
whenever she sneezes love or giggles sorrow.
The needle tracks on her right arm
are pilgrims going up a holy mountain
circled with smoke rings of dead time.
Inside her dreams of blood-tongued haikus
we suck night through each others’ mouths and blow
bubbles of stars in the face of the moon.
Both of her thighs tattooed with a flying phallus
that jumps hard when her muscles flex or when
mine lines up hungrily between the two of hers.
To the death-waltz of tanks in Iraq and the
mad-ghoul shrieks of shredded brains in Israel
we explode geometric crystals of junkie oohs
and ahhs, and ohh-myyy-Gawwwds!!!
Inside my sleep of needle-scarred sun-downs
we groove on the courage it takes for E
to consistently equal MC/Square.
Occasionally our faith fails and we
croon our reds, whites, and blues:
“Fix me good baby, baby fix me right,
fix me in the morning, fix me all night.
Don’t know how I caught all this shit and fear,
wasn’t broke a bit when I first got here.
You gotta fix me baby, said baby make me right.”
Aberjhani
© 4/1/05
Utterly speechless and astounded!!! Applaud!!!!!!!
God bless, Aberjhani!
Sandie.
Micke
Vesna*
"...You gotta fix me baby, said baby make me right.”
TATOO BLUES is a seductive mix of socio-political highs and lows into one explosive, erotic molotov cocktail.
The poetic value here is priceless!
~ Mari
Yes, indeed - "Happy National Poetry Month" ... well celebrated with this incredible poetic write!!
Best to you,
Robert
Within the polyverse of humanity visions and emotions meet with sexuality, - social pregnancy and conspiracy under the tent of Eros,-where the flag of Phallus dances by the gates of "The Holy City" next to venus tunnel, and a new era is about to be designed to sell freedom and heavenly real estate to the citizens of the Greek-Roman Empire, first to fifth classes´ level.
I have enjoyed the reading of this masterpiece titled,
"Tattoo Blues for My Lover the Junkie".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
This reminds me of the sixties--free love and speech and all that
In your face, bold, daring, OUT THERE--this one will linger awhile--BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
The piece is vivid-blunt, the mood set into the deeply conditioned human taboos of perceived debasement of selves, stunningly projected into a reader's mind like a floating but broken dance step.
And, oh, so sweet, is this fulfillment of carnality, sexuality, and mind-altering drugs - creating a completion of highs, and heights, of indulgence, of rapture. Of a type of happiness that doesn't last, but dissolves into a hell of repeating redundancies perpetuating Nirvana, the soul aching because Hell is already feeding on the Earth and its inhabitants. And there's nothing you can do...
It is a masterly voice of human complexity and frailty exposing Self with total knowledge of Self, with poignant pathos of offering the reader a life of forlorn reality, of hopeless eventuality.
The sparking of the erotic lines meld and mold into a spiral of sensual duplicity, using the 'known sins of sex', in a religious context, to punctuate the Abyss of the author's feelings/mind/thoughts.
Superbly done, Aberjhani, you have such sensual skill at combining what we 'hate to love', or, 'love to hate', with wondrous twisting and twinings of words, into breathtaking amalgamations of new mind sights, and scents, mind touchings and living, mind hearing, and flying. It's like having to come back down to earth after reading what makes your spirit soar...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
I got sort of lost in the second stanza, and had to reread a few times....but I am glad I read your other reviewers, to know that I was not the only one a bit confused.
Does the lover in this poem, represent humanity??? America? Life?
Desire to survive??? Thats what I am leaning towards.........
survival.
Could you let me know?
I am new to your webpage here, but I have been poking around, reading here and there, and I am more than impressed..........
big wow
pax A :)
Renewal? Is it renewal? lol
Paul;-]
Eileen