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L – Week 8 Reverie

(Word count is 146 but 39 are Doors lyrics so I didn’t count them)
“‘The forest shivers under the caresses of the cristal-fingered delirium..’ That which is electric in the shiver—whether it runs along man’s nerves or along the fibers of the forest—has met a sensitive detector in the poet’s image.  Don’t such images bring us the revelation of a sort of intimate cosmicity?  They unite the outside cosmos with an inside cosmos”
(
Bachelard, Poetic Reverie; 139)

A darkened stage
slow milling
murmuring
meanders watch
A silhouetted figure
swaying leather tight hips
to the high pitch of the organ
the beat from of the drum
fluid fingers stroking his guitar
smooth harmonica
He slithers to the mic stand
mouth in pout shaking out his curls
He stares out at the crowd before
he wails
WAKE UP!
His head falls forward
then is thrown back
AOOOOWW!
The music matches his energy
the words slip past dreamily from his lips
yet the meaning assaults your mind
Don’t you love her madly?
Don’t you need her badly?
Don’t you love her ways?
Don’t you love her as
she’s walking out
the door!

an eee-rot-tic politician
rules
this show
possessed by
an
Electric shaman
has you under his spell
Well I’ve been
down
so
goddamn
long!
That it
looks like
up to
meee
eeee

Are you awake now?

 

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