Poetry

Rewind Motion JFK from India

It was the morning after the eclipse.
The first change was the price of cigarettes up by
TEN CENTS

Poem by Icarus Blake - icarusblake@citizenbrooklyn.com Doodle ©Luigi Scarcella

Doodle ©Luigi Scarcella

It was the morning after the eclipse.
The first change was the price of cigarettes up by
TEN CENTS
Radio said
“President hospitalized for heart problem while jogging”
He doesn’t smoke.

It’s the golfing while genocide in progress.
That very morning
I was looking up at the city sky
when the moon turned itself
into a snowball.

This woman in a loft
was happy naked with a paint brush
white skin on canvas
breast shades of light

I would sit and watch her paint
thinking that, after all,
the world would keep to roll.

Dead is the President.
And the woman happily paints
gigantic flowers
from here to the moon
covered with snow
and candy powder to blow.

Yes,
THAT LADY,
I can see in a million
Kamasutra positions
slender like a sexy cobra
along the Gange river.

Funny is life.
There she is at the corner
of Bond and The Bowery
kissing kisses to my sky
not the millions miles away
where the magic was not
but right here under my window
painting the routes of
a child like galaxy.

One Response to “Rewind Motion JFK from India”

  1. Lora says:

    I love this poem!