High Travels Poem by Ben Gieske

your Spanish may not be up to match the polish
of an El Cid but when you’re a rhea
you need not keep track of the et cetera

Horst Jankowski lost himself
amidst the notes of his sea
his staff was as slippery as if laminated in Greece

his ideal was to spin out and reroute
the mode of his mores
from reasoning to hotdogging an hosanna of the eta
as if it were a question of a seizure for perfection

such a blunder
an usurpation of the ceremony
irreparable in disencumbering
the retro rondo of a ritornello

kindled in the skillet of a figured target
bearcats should not bedevil the lure
of Saturn but bequeath a better satellite
to the ideals of ceremonial rite
and high travels

cash does not last
a so so mash the way the doe goes

one needs to domesticate all errors
rehouse the innards of a barrel
send the devil – that traitor
traveling to his region
follow a guide to ebullience

- June 2,2008