David Ronce
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                (notes on a brasilian mythology)

                    As if a Greek god
                    he sees himself
                    on a chariot drawn
                    by four steeds.

                    But these horses are
                    evidence of forgotten
                    or unknown principles.

                    And while he chews
                    safron,the cyclamen
                    are in full bloom.


                    What is that moment that falls between
                    departure and nostalgia; that rarified thought
                    of dreamlike attention?
                    Does one who lacks this nuance of thought
                    have any intimacy with life?


                    he laid three eggs
                    one for his mother
                    another for his lover
                    and the last for close family and friends -
                    naked poverty bringing joy
                    on hot bricks, hunger and fair weather


                    He walked in silence
                    giving accidental significance
                    to his features.

                    Stripped of all meaning, his face
                    disappeared into the darkness.

                    (as he seems to contemplate
                    a self-conscious glow pervades}

                    The chisel edge is hard
                    and his voice rises on stilts
                    from bushes covering
                    a soft-centered creature
                    climbing a grassy staircase
                    ultimately featureless
                    and flea-tormented.


                    - he walks back and forth
                    through others' lives, and
                    family supports his every whim
                    - all seems to surrender to him
                    except the tireless cicada
                    "an impulse that comes when one is
                    under too much stress and one turns
                    against those one loves the most - a
                    very murderous action"
                    - Louise Bourgeois



                    "Oh dear, you've been gone so long!"
                    the important professional with
                    his pastoral vocabulary,
                    and the gentle elephant with
                    good good humor showing,
                    danced about and swallowed my wine,
                    as I roared off again along a dusty road
                    propellers on my cap revolving
                    ever ever so fast!



                    twelve stories high
                    their bodies imposing upon others
                    mister professional and his smiling elephant
                    slide through life still attached
                    to nipples of birthing
                    as difficult and dangerous a time as any
                    and... I look away, to my
                    golden afternoon in a deck-chair


                    today mister professional and
                    his smiling elephant went to the beach
                    and had a curious ebbing experience

                    a certain mister gorgeous
                    who studied rhetoric at Rhodes
                    complimented their chastity
                    and fine manners

                    this made them dream of
                    cutting their beards and
                    replacing their black stove-pipe
                    hats with something more pleasing
                    for everyone’s picture



                    no one knows, but maybe
                    it’s time for a trip!
                    but is it really?
                    no one knows…
                    Mister is very very quiet
                    carrying food to and from
                    and examining his possessions
                    jettisoned from prevailing reality

                    but where is the truth?
                    no one knows…
                    (except perhaps the dog)

                    smiling elephant follows and follows
                    as he looks to be sweet
                    a voice to kiss with, and a
                    doorway-smile hiding a gun
                    leading to bread crumbs on the floor

                    here I offer an intellectual compromise
                    with powdered milk

   
                    © David Ronce 2014



all works herein © copyright David Ronce 2009 - 2015