Rainbow Bones
Reaching (II of III)
Posted by Paul Ricciardi (Rock Hill, United States) on 21 January 2007 in Abstract & Conceptual and Portfolio.
To actually appreciate this section of poetry one has to read it out loud in as close to a single breath as one can manage. It is meant to be tumultuous and disorienting, but if read all at once and felt not so much as understood...well, I'll put it this way-"Poetry left unread is like music left unplayed."
Snake-slap slither slip, arms wrapped up and in and around you my dear and oh the fear you exhibit is phenomenal in a pheremonal sort of way, perplexing of course as to why you stayed, but anyways, I suppose, it's a small aperture day today, I can't seem to see the seashore when you stand with your hand and I need to smell the sea or perhaps more likely the salt like the salt and pepper shakers oh salty jack in the box the dog just jack jack jack a roo ro roooooooooooosting in the trees above my head inside my brain I'm almost dead.
And the Pale Man whispered:
shiver down,
shiver down,
honey honey
shiver down.
