I escaped
with tiny, shimmering coins
stuffed in my pockets
finally running free
with you and Mad Desire.
I was only one step ahead
of Disaster
gleefully skipping
into midnight madness
and twinkling lights
in downtown trees.
The melodic music
vibrating off thin air
in the syrupy night shadows.
I warned you about
the hot hand of revenge
the need to minuet dance
even with uncertain steps.
We might rather have been
mixed in
with the piano bar folks
drunk on lyrics and static,
sophisticated noise
singing Shangri-la.
But we kept burning
through those nights
like renegade warriors
random and loose
the sense of it all
scorching my empty heart
but you, you never knew
what delirious truly was.
How lovely to hear you reading this poem, Lana… really enjoyed this reading and your poem! ❤ ⚘
Thanks so much for the kind words, Iris. It is actually another person reading it and not me. It was a poem for the Wildsound Poetry Festival. Happy week, Iris!
All the best for the Poetry Festival, Lana. A lovely week to you too! 😉
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Thanks, John!
You are welcome.
Oh, I loved hearing and seeing you read. That was wonderful, Lana. <3
Thanks so much, Diana. This was actually a person from the Wild Sound Poetry Festival. I think she sounds better than I do, LOL. xoxo
Ha ha. I didn’t actually think she looked like you, but what did I know? Ha ha.
We never really know, Diana, haha!
Great reading, Lana! It was fun to hear your words, in your voice. The poem reminded me of being young, skipping gleefully, one step ahead of disaster, so naive, not knowing what delirious truly was. So many great lines here. 🙂
Thank you, Joan. It was straight out of the 1980s for sure! I know it says it is me reading it, but it isn’t, lol. The poetry festival picked a few at random to read. I wrote this one a few years ago before I moved even closer to disaster, haha!