Emergency Exit

Emergency Exit

You’d think an experienced undertaker
would have known to nail it down - set it in stone
would have known not to bury it in the quicksand

behind my eyes, a shootout (a wetting)
everything good is wet. The blushing egg, nativity,
------------- an opal rain-swollen channel, tongues in a dirty kiss
--------------bathing, champagne, everything good is wet

sweat soaked tourniquet
my nocturnal hands pulling me out by the nape
(grateful he forgot to remove the noose)
I want to swing again

dressed in my best tux, fishnets, spikes, top hat, cane
moulin tilt and dizzy ruby sky pirouette
into the vacant side of my anomaly
into the city of sight(s). Into
the Mystique.

i love the (i hope you don't take offense to this word choice) gaudy fashion description in the last stanza--exquisite, indeed! and the "everything good is wet" stanza...absolutely true and vibrant and full of life!


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LOL... no offense. It is my "Puttin on the Ritz" or "Cabaret" costume as I exit this side of the Atlantic. LOL... picture a sky hook yanking me off this stage! I will be living fairly close to the Moulin Rouge and my school girl anticipation is getting the best of me LOL.

The wetness of Paris this time of year sounds good to me after 7 months in the desert!

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Like a slip 'n slide...I hope your emergency exit is a slick one...like this one :'

Very fine read, Sophia. One of your best, IMO. Especially like the sounds in this:

dressed in my best tux, fishnets, spikes, top hat, cane
moulin tilt and dizzy ruby sky pirouette
into the vacant side of my anomaly
into the city of sight(s). Into
the Mystique.

Amazing sounds, images and rhymes. A feast for the senses.

Hey ampoule! Is that what that shuffle is called LOL? Thanks for reading and commenting!

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Thanks Dan. I can't wait to start writing about my experiences there. For now, I'm just pacing - pacing - pacing

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You are always so kind ff! And btw, your last poem really makes me want to fall in love again. Thank you!

very intriguing images... i was thinking of the windmill in the picture reeling in the 'noose', so you can 'swing again'. i would like to understand the 'vacant side of my anomaly'.

Hi cogs! Thanks for reading. As for your question, well, I'm one of those right brian/left brain people. There really is two of me. I spent most of my adult life (to-date) in the left hemisphere. Pragmatic, business executive, budgets, graphs, charts, logic, responsible, on time, etc etc but all through that,

there were little glimpses into the creative side. The occasional painting, writing (the last couple of years), being drawn to galleries and poets like a moth to a flame (sorry, I know....cliche) etc. In this piece, that's the vacant side. The right hemisphere. The place I now need to fill.

thank you! that's great that you're exploring that side!

:D unfortunately, disposing of my left brain probably means I'll end up living under a bridge :lol:

Yes, I agree with DanBierce about the part which I, also, think is the best.

Beautiful!

Upon reading all your poems here in LitNet, I really really wish I could write again some day soon... Havent written anything in ages and its killing me.

Thanks Free!!!!

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Symphony, I think I know what you mean. I was able to write about Paris before getting here but now, it's so spectacular, so overwhelming I'm afraid I can't do it justice and, have not had a single line I'm happy with come to mind. Maybe when I stop being so starry eyed and in love with this city, I'll relax into writing! Thanks for taking the time to read my poems! (I have started sketching though... somehow that's less intimidating LOL).

Mind sharing them sketches? I know you paint and have long wanted to see some of your works (I only know your paintings through your poems). Do you perhaps already share them anywhere here? Blog, General chat, etc? If not, may I ask for the honor?

Meanwhile, enjoy the imponderable joy of the city of love and light!