because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

Re-Drawing a Portrait Once Painted on Plywood

A lone housefly myopically crawls

up pale-peeling kitchen walls, entropy
in quotidian microcosms that

screams of a stiletto- hardness
tattooed in both prismic eyes. It

belays the soundful softness
of rounded thighs and arms

of the woman at the table,
the smoke of her solitary

cigarette winding like
lust toward the fluorescence

overhead. There is sex
in this as in everything.

Even death. An unwinding
of flesh into the universe

that birthed it, entropy
again. Or perhaps simply

childhood timelines
tangled with tangential

tomorrows and the
exorcism-autopsy

of memory, a stillframe
of this solitary instant, yellow

and blue, aborted phosphorescent
remembering.

15 responses

  1. wow beautiful textures to this…the smoke of lust…yes sex is in all things…that intimacy underneath…great use of lannguage toward the end…autopsy of memory is a great turn of phrase….

    October 25, 2011 at 6:12 pm

    • Thanks, brian. :)

      October 26, 2011 at 11:19 am

  2. the word bar

    I feel like I have been this woman in another life..
    such strong use of language here and i really like these lines,
    “tomorrows and the
    exorcism-autopsy

    of memory, a stillframe
    of this solitary instant”

    much enjoyed..

    October 25, 2011 at 6:23 pm

    • Lynne, I think the “exorcism-autopsy/ of memory” is one of my favorite bits, too. :) Interesting that you identify with this woman; I actually did have in mind a very real person –my mother– when I wrote it. I consider someone seeing something of themselves in some aspect of what I write high praise indeed. Thank you.

      October 26, 2011 at 11:24 am

  3. an accomplished and intriguing poem, a kind of dressage ride in the woods– technically speaking– xxxj http://parolavivace.blogspot.com .

    October 26, 2011 at 2:44 am

    • “dressage ride in the woods…” never heard that one before. :) Appreciate it, jenne.

      October 26, 2011 at 11:25 am

  4. expatinCAT

    One of the strongest and finest pieces of writing I’ve read in a while… // Peter.

    October 26, 2011 at 7:06 am

    • As ever, you humble me with your high opinion, Peter. That really means a lot. Thank you.

      October 26, 2011 at 11:26 am

  5. Damn, woman, that’s a a helluva mighty fine poem

    October 26, 2011 at 8:37 am

    • Wow, Ray. Likewise with what I said to Peter. That means a helluva lot. *grins*

      October 26, 2011 at 11:27 am

  6. Oh man.. I only had to read your first three lines and I got one of those shivers down my spine… the good kind… where a poet just did something great and as a deep lover of poetry it send me crazy… adore your work Jo xx

    October 27, 2011 at 12:02 pm

    • shivers, huh? damn. thanks. :)

      October 28, 2011 at 12:52 pm

  7. Really good poem!

    October 31, 2011 at 2:49 am

  8. S. Thomas Summers

    Much enjoyed. Thanks. Sensual and rich.

    November 4, 2011 at 6:49 am

  9. Sensual and beautiful .

    November 6, 2011 at 8:18 am

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