~ S i n c e The W o r l d B e g a n ~
Text/Voice: Sherry Steiner Music: Steve Elling
Section One of Nine Sections...
(Synopsis: Written from French idioms chosen primarily for their rhythms and word passages, Since The World Began is somewhat of a journey of someone who could be anyone...even you.)
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An Awkward Moment In Paradise...
~
a little overdue -
thumb rubbing majors
filed past
the devil in spanish
chanting
poly-sci allegories
overconfident lies
stuffed in a sock ~
a broken seatbelt
a slick tire
3 dents daisy
somebody felt odd.
with eyebrows arched
back flat
tummy tucked
a slow hour to
nowhere stonewalling
the information canal
drenched in sweat…
a veil of roses
bedded a cherry picker
a sack of thorns
scorched millions
sitting
up and then down -
in the goldfish pond
a misunderstood poem
became a sonnet
of regret
as they all whispered
geronimo
morphing to granite
in one loud
mutter of
obliterated unreason…
textbooks
failed to deliver
breakfast on time
naked leather
simmered
and a fracas
could be heard
in this
port-of-call ~
up till now…
a full imposed self
on earth
bewildered
flung open the quivering mouth
so fresh so wonderful
in all its primitive
famine
hearing nothing
but sleep
illuminating in the
taut breath of
silence daisy
struggling to repeat
an exceptional sound
the upper
arms flying around
disguised in monogrammed
flesh
ironed without starch
so the next day
will be as fresh
as now
stroking caution
understanding
that the room
penetrates
light from behind
riddles choke scalding
the rough voiced
caress
seized 3 o'clock ~
over there where
protest lingers
footsteps
intensify
a knot
in the throat
a coincidence without caution ~
held and caught
indefinitely
without knowledge
one sleeve
foolish
the other
whispering
risking twisting
taking
possession
past a watchful eye -
a pang of concern
an imposition
strapped by a
shoestring
dangling
a deliberate provocation
restlessly stirring
a
kiss
for conversation
racing
double time
on a 78 rpm...
shivering aloud
fingers
adrift for 12 months
daisy
casually polishing
anger
in mid-flight
pretending temptation
with a wintry response ~
perfect clarity
at the five and dime...
it's impossible.
once again
a twisted labyrinth
as the
bartender
puts the glass
away ~
directly upstairs
a double-barreled
shot
could
be heard ~
daisy got up
walked out
without
consequence
condensation
or
even
constitution
in
three colors
flat ~
no one knew
what the reaction would be -
did it matter?
no it didn't -
did anyone care?
no they didn't -
so as time
went by
the chemistry
disappeared
beakers cracked
liquid
dried up
haphazard intentions
went awry
all because
the
killer whale
got
beached
and beached
bad
in a foreign country...
pale
sky
revealing slender
hips broad thoughts
swimming
fluidly close
as the villa
shrunk
in the reflection
below ~
somewhere between
3am and 9pm
a murmur a pout
a curled lip
a breath
drawn in
at the junction ~
a tiny
shudder of panic
under the chin
temperature rising
while daisy
gave a
dismissive little
gesture of the hand ~
sometimes it is
impossible not to
breathe among
billionaires
whose
instant gratification
comes
from the
ringing of a
bell...