Skyscraper Ambition
Some of the symbolism will be lost on all but one or two people, and there are levels to this thing that you might be surprised by, think "Godfather Part II" and Jason and the Argonauts, for two clues. I don't think it is being an obscurantist to ask your readers to be clever and well-learned...have we become a nation of dolts? (Rhetorical question, we already know the answer.)
Skyscraper Ambition
I won't be denied like five angels died
for the legacy of what we see
and still can't look beyond.
blonde hairs unbonded to the steel
of the brothers, waiting patiently their turn
as I burn to generate a sweet heat
that swelters and shelters doubt
in a shell well-turned of churned emotion
and an epic epigram that slams
me down to draw new life from the earth.
birthing fantastic fantasies of skyscraper ambition
and the sedition of seduction and construction
of something new in black and red.
warm oranges on a fresh bed.
holding back. holding back.
denying the rough rapture
that I may yet capture a heat more than heated,
an heir apparent unseated
so that a new princess, a new goddess,
may rise to lure with what lies beyond the pillars.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved. for Jaz.
7 comments:
I'm still working out the references, but my visual and emotionaly reactions to this poem leave me breathless.
"birthing fantastic fantasies of skyscraper ambition
and the sedition of seduction and construction
of something new in black and red.
warm oranges on a fresh bed."
Amazing writing. You can almost taste the oranges.
Would that I could taste the oranges, right now.
Oranges are delicious. Even warm.
These are unique. I can say no more.
In the mean time, if you can get your hands on these pantry items, try this:
Slightly warm brie or creme cheese
sectioned satsuma or blood oranges
topped with toasted pecans.
on crackers
I threw it together for some family and friends on a recent very quiet and low key New Year's Eve.
It was delicious. Deceptively simple, but,
YUM.
Often, simple is more satisfiying. Do you find that to be true?
I've never shared a recipe with a poet before.
I'm finding out you have very good taste.
~you, Big Brother, never fail to WOW me~~
~and your ambitions have always been able to lep tall buildings in a single bound~~~~
hmmmmm...on the oranges..
~digging it, eternal~
~just me~
Little Sis, you can fluff my pillows anytime. Thanks for dropping by, I can still smell your warm flesh. Soft kisses to an harder intent for you. And I know you can decipher the more subtle eroticisms here.
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