What is the mask to wear today?
What would the peacock’s flowering tail say?
I am going back into town,
As you know, my time is my own.
All the stars were so bright last night
The city lights were not in sight.
I wake with nothing I can say
that will illuminate the day.
The Ford Falcon’s on its last legs,
a chicken that’s laid its last egg.
Or a peacock wearing the mask
to take over the poet’s task.
In town all the usual moves
checked off, I go to the movies.
Years past there was Gimme Shelter
I chose over Helter Skelter.
A stunned Mick Jagger watched the films
of what he’d done, where he came from
to this, the time had come to play
a deeper, lasting melody
that would put an end to senseless
destruction. Call it Wild Horses,
Aphrodite watching a tape
of Dionysus eating grapes.
The ear knows more than the eye sees
when what you hear is what you see.
(5 June 2011)
copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander