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.
the tenth muse 
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….
Thanks, brian. 🙂
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..
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.
an accomplished and intriguing poem, a kind of dressage ride in the woods– technically speaking– xxxj http://parolavivace.blogspot.com .
“dressage ride in the woods…” never heard that one before. 🙂 Appreciate it, jenne.
One of the strongest and finest pieces of writing I’ve read in a while… // Peter.
As ever, you humble me with your high opinion, Peter. That really means a lot. Thank you.
Damn, woman, that’s a a helluva mighty fine poem
Wow, Ray. Likewise with what I said to Peter. That means a helluva lot. *grins*
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
shivers, huh? damn. thanks. 🙂
Really good poem!
Much enjoyed. Thanks. Sensual and rich.
Sensual and beautiful .