I really enjoy & am struck by this, Janet, right up to "usually a hug
goodbye" to the end, which comes off a bit flat compared with the rest -
to my ears, anyway - less inventive, a tad sentimental; but perhaps I'm
just being priggish.
Martin
Janet Jackson wrote:
>I'm out of my web.
>Look back into my eyes.
>That's another story.
>
>Tomorrow she comes, my keypal,
>the only friend I have no business with
>
>She made of brittle twigs and I of spun steel
>yet she surroundsound widescreen, I patch of earth
>she fragile and polished, I tough and ragged
>Together: a shelter
>
>She heat, I light
>she flower, I leaf
>she burning fusion sun, I yearning captive moon
>she reef of bright fish, I rock of one white bird
>Together: all of it
>
>One day a month we get
>together, in our careful hair
>she with henna, I with bleach
>she in makeup, I bareface
>she in her plush fleshlayers, I in my skin and bones
>In our jeans,
>in our black jackets,
>in our voices,
>in our noise and our listening
>Out of our webs, into one another's eyes
>
>One hug hello or cheek-kiss: smooth remembered skin
>and our voices
>Maybe a shoulder-touch or laugh-nudge
>and our voices
>Usually a hug goodbye
>then out of our voices, into our webs
>
>One day our boundaries crossed
>sets intersected
>patterns matched
>lit up and bleeped like we'd won something
>
>Glad I found u babe
>Not (let it) fade
>
>
>A first draft by
>Janet Jackson
>Tue May 17 23:36:38 WST 2005
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>Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
>Poems at Proximity:
>http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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