Doors open, sunlight
grabs me and throws
me
down
the
stairs
feet first–typical
–head high,
buds plugged in–
almost deaf.
Rough and tumble
scuffing soles.
Beck, playing:
Hell yes,
I’m movin’ this way
I’m doin’ this thing.
(Please enjoy.)
The city “bells” ring,
summoning the hour. Productivity
of reorganization,
of construction,
of change is rattled
through
hammers and saws.
An orgy of sound is quickly
disbanded by
The Association,
playing Bobby Darin, and
now I’m
somewhere
Beyond
the
Sea.
Instantaneous crave
to snag the next passing by
Jackie O,
dignified, guiding her
by
the
hand to twirl,
splashing her hair–
cubes swirling in peat
whiskey tumbler–
ripples generated,
pushed shifted feet–tidal
–and dip to finish,
wading in the aftermath
of puddles.
Walk hand-
in-hand
while the click,
click,
click
of our heals
blend in; harmonize with
the clinking of the street
meat tongs, over passion.
Scent for competition.
Pheromones,
undescribed blanketed
odors cloaked by
Armani–
ripoff–
or flannel
pajama pants.
And
curve.
Attention comes in
a bottle.
Look
up
there at the
spires, standing high
into the Heavens where
god and the devil
resided once
before they came back–
tumbling–
to earth
to fill our hearts with
love and hate;
sympathy
you feel for
the peddlers
pushing
pocket pennies
is in limbo.
And it’s sunny.
And whatever
gripe,
worry,
or strife
is forgotten about
until that first
raindrop
falls
to
the
ground.
Dime-sized ponds
coagulate upon
pavement, soaking
in eventually.
Pennies From
Heaven for you and
me–sing it
Prima, proudly–
and everyone else
and everything else
and
flourish.
Raindrops being Heaven’s
change, enriching
the earth,
budding,
flowering,
blooming
in bouquet bursts
in planters,
on street lamps–
or solo, standing,
sticking out as one
daisy; an icon for hair,
for sensuality
delicately depicting demeanor
as she sits, reading
in a red sun
dress, white
dots, peach
lips.
Serenity.
Lost in the pages of a
neverland tale, peaking
interest as climax
edges, shooting from nowhere–
a fountain–
in columns;
buiding a castle of imagination:
surround yourself.
A different world
within a familiar city.
The clock clicks;
an hour’s done.
{Kitty Hoynes}
i love ‘pennies from heaven’