. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Knife Aficionado

This is about a girl I met at an art gallery opening. At first, her eyes were the most staggering thing about her. And then I found out about her hobby...




She had grey eyes,
like the women in novels,
translucent,
soft blue and not quite emerald green,
a moody ocean,
yet very still, quiet,
alarming,
terrible,
and emphatically beautiful,

we met in an art gallery,
eccentric twisted abstract paintings,
full of color,
of chaos,
explosions on the well-lit walls,
but only distant stars to me,
fading and dull,
obsolete reflections in the glory of those eyes,
she stops me at the door,

Is that a K-bar beneath your jacket?

Just a Bowie knife, I explain,

Do you skin with it? she asks,

and I am lost,
sent tumbling down the metal-grey corridors of her gorgeous eyes.

02.4.10





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