It's All About

[Guest guest]

It's all about doors and windows,

portals and gates

slammed shut, flung open, passed through,

raised or lowered

creaking and squeaking, oiled or barricaded

it's all about words and stories

on a mother-of-pearl half shell,

in torn and yellowing pages

memorized and ionized in the head and heart:

pictures of incidents and paintings of still life

caught in a time warp, frame by frame

and carried around like a festering wound

or as

a particular proud and glorious moment

see how I hurt, see how I feel

it's all about the inconveniences placed upon

the houses of the holy and the tabernacles of the profane

and we are thus insane in the membrane

and swallows fly upside down to prove they can

it's all about who rushes in and out of a life

without passing a hand or a second thought,

and those who decide to stay,

it's all about angelic laughter and serious considerations

of life and death and proclamations to distinquish

reality from what is perceived as another slice,

a roll of the dice in the matters of time and stories of time.

it all about the ambiguity and the terminal illness called Life

and where it ends and how it ends and the cessation

of tears, of falling on one's knees in asking a

higher being to have mercy and grant peace and love

forgetting that love and peace are found in

nothing and noOne special,

an honest appraisal, an assessment of

One Who Lives

it's all about warm bodies and the anticipation and the

depth of merging and the agreed-upon price of one small body

making love, having sex, getting f*****, abuse, a lie

or the ride of one's life, a higher bridge to

ecstasy,

it's all about a turtle shout, a dog and pony show, a chariot ride

across the

bluest of skies, it's all good and misunderstood

it's all about a walk down Strawberry Canyon

and children running naked

ocean spray on their

smiling faces

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

love and peace,

Anna

 

 

 

9/24/05