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I licked the stamp
by Leon Wing
I licked the stamp
I posted the stamp
under my tongue
Saliva and glue kissed
danced together
burned the nous
Seeing strobed
Heart bosomed
Legs lost locus
Nostrils flamed out
sparking the danced ground
Someone’s fleck surged
large close
into my iris
I see black
under my tongue
Saliva and glue kissed
danced together
burned the nous
Seeing strobed
Heart bosomed
Legs lost locus
Nostrils flamed out
sparking the danced ground
Someone’s fleck surged
large close
into my iris
I see black
© Leon Wing 2008
Listen to this poem:
Leon Wing: Someone called out to another,"Lick the stamp". A song is playing in the background: if you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair ... This is from the finale of a documentary I was watching on an Aus network TV, about hippies invading San Francisco in the groovy 60s. I licked actual stamps there, for postcards (not in the 60s, course not) ... in London, well ...
Leon Wing writes poems, mostly. He “sees” shapes, colours, objects, structures, when reading them; like some people do when listening to sounds or music, as when he writes for Puisy-poesy.
Nice Leon but could have benefited from being a tad longer I feel.
ReplyDeleteKinda reminds me of Ah feel like Ahcid by Capt. Beefheart and his Magic Band
http://www.lyrics.ms/lyrics/captain-beefheart-his-magic-band/ah-feel-like-ahcid/89783.htm
Thanks, Yusuf, for your comments.
ReplyDeleteI felt that having it longer - a la Beefheart or in a Gadda da vida - would be testing the patience of the reader, seeing as the lines are obfuscating enough, as is the intention, to show you the narcotized condition.
i like this Leon ... and yeah, i got it! like your indirectness.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sharon. Glad you like it.
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