Robert VazquezPacheco

Rookie (March 16,1956 / New York, New York)

Transitional Entertainment - Poem by Robert VazquezPacheco

I don’t care what the countertenors are doing. Tell them
To sashay in here pronto! Some situations require the

Entire menu of options in order to succeed. Feigning
Comprehension will get you out the door. After that,

I suggest you kick off your heels, hike up your skirts
And run like (Fill in the metaphor) . It is hard enough for

Me to listen to my internal poetic daemonic voice while
All the rest are singing Gluck. The echoes alone can be

Ear-shattering. Refreshments are on the mezzanine.
Let’s stroll around and wander to the windows, nodding

Amicably at the zombies stumbling around. They are
Fine if you stay polite. Elevation adds a peculiar cacophony

To the events. Thoughts bouncing, lights sparkling, darkness
Floats, count slowly and carefully. The words are not flashing.

Nothing is floating by like Cleopatra’s barge. Think like a
Camera obscura. A spot of light illuminating an entire

World. This will make sense later. That lightning flash of
Understanding that sears the bedroom and scares the

Cat. It’s that jolt/volt/bolt when you step barefoot into
Something unexpected, something warm, wet and

Textured. We are fully here and now. This is the moment.
Here jonquils, lemondrops, raven feathers, marbles,

Pinecones, broken magnifying glasses and crumbled
Credit card receipts heaped into a Mayan pyramid.

Where’s the moon? Waxing always helps all spells.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011


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