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Flight of the Navigator







A great niece,
secretions from the awkward navigator
stealing an old ship and steering it to strange ports
another popping jay in a greatcoat
howling at the urinal
vestigial women in raindrops
taking his pennies
to buy photographs of a river
in a city of peonies. Under the hum of the image,
snickering boys in the third row
smoke cigarettes and throw popcorn;

outside in the cold air, the palpable,
that is to say debonair, wend
their way to bars for free drinks
hoping to reverse Delilah,
or at worst to inveigle
their white wrists about her waist.
Meantime they discuss amputation
with disinterest,

"C'était comme un secret, une blessure secrète en lui."
--which
between worlds is useless--

mundane, given the retreat
of night as raindrops plummet 
into pools and explode

as if two old women met in a coffee shop
cafe
and leaned close to examine the world.
























Author notes

*C'était comme un secret, une blessure secrète en lui: It was like a secret, a secret wound in him.

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  • cvillelisa
    March 16

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    And from that time on I bathed in the Poem
    Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk,
    Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam,
    A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down;


    from the Drunken Boat, Arthur Rimbaud (whose leg was amputated ... )


    I'm enamored of this poem. The first stanza the second stanza, the third stanza oh the fourth stanza -- the fifth stanza too.

    I don't know if I love the title because of the movie of the same name -- but I like what you've done with the former title and that stanza that now includes the former title. Much better.

    "under the hum of the image" is so good. Poem about poming I think. Between worlds -- where the poems come from. I used to call it the gap but people kept thinking I meant that place in the mall.

    I agree with Ariosto -- Fellini-like poem.

    Good work U.

    Very.

    Lisa


  • Ariosto II. gold member
    March 14
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    I like you Lute because your Fellini, not Bergman

    fazinatin pitchers


  • Cannonsfire
    March 14

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    The rare air of friendship for a lifetime and nothing secret between two, i wonder how many could have that in their lives? You give a lifetime in a verse that says more than an entire book, that's a task you seem to make so easy. C


  • NurseChilly gold member
    March 14

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    you filthy beast... speaking in french again, how very dare you!!! lolol
    c'est bien... bloody good show
    me likes although all this shaggin is just too much for one of such a mild dis