Monday, October 13, 2014

ON CROSSING PATHS WITH PATTI SMITH IN GREENWICH VILLAGE, SUNDAY THE 12TH OF OCTOBER

Holy Day of Holy Fire

Clipping the street my shoes were like a people clapping
And the sun itself scraped my scarf from the sky
And the then rainbow colored sea dripped it upon my neck

A surgency lay just ahead
As we two children flew fate first
Like Johnny and the horses in the hallway

Two steps to take
Horizontal gravity
And the realm was close in reach

But slow
Holy Fire of this Holy Day
Move back to a world
Bobbing in the dark shine of time
Years ago and gone from any of our hands
When music made a lace of the air
Hanging about the hot room
At the end of the thin black hall
I danced hard to the call for
HORSES HORSES HORSES HORSES
HORSES HORSES HORSES HORSES
I heard the grip of lust in a voice
That shivered and shrieked in exhalation
I shimmied and shook for the sake
Of all the secrets that danced too
I thought my life ruined and gone
When the rest of the house demanded sleep
So then I wrote the words themselves
In silent keep and dreamed just as hard
For the morning to come gold but silver too
And blue that reached like smoke

Like smoke
Like smoke
Lets rise like smoke
Green things
Green things
Unseen he sings
Pick up the water where it lay
Move the heart from rock to rock
Good is the day that drops an egg yet it doesn’t break
Good is the day that peace kisses a buzzing embryo
And neither stays the same
Move forward
In Time
In Time
In Time

Moving forward in time
Holy Day of Holy Fire
(Forever beget the other)
We all climbed the burning green slope up from the creek
As she and I assumed our steps again on MacDougal St
Two steps were all that was left
And then

Hi…
Hi…



   

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