Stone Circus 68

 

 

 

 

how many years later

i Still get Chills!

it's Yesterday!

All that Wild Energy

               Screaming Strutting Gyrating

                             
Pain & Plenitude

the Untamed roilings of Youth’s Eternal Call

to the Future to the Past

Why this moment? Why Now?

So Many

the Tortured Ecstatic Spirits

So Many

Looking Back all these years & years after

I see how much has Changed

how much Still the Very Same

We Knew the Stoned

the Stones

were Prophets

dancing and writhing pain or pleasure

Hard to tell

Sending that Manic Energy Forward to the Ages

of slow witted plodders Engulfed in silken chains

seeming Happy to Be So

Manic and twitching

witching Bewitching

electricity ZZZappping

 

we Always knew the Stones were Prophets

the mossed markers of Passage the mounds of Bone

Who will tell the stories

when the Wild Angels have all Gone

when the legends are Erased

from Stones 

buried in green velvet and fronds of newer days

in leaves brown wet & rotting

mulch for What’s Coming Next

 

© 2021 pamela twining

No Ninas

 

 

I was never drawn by Hirschfeld

no Ninas in the webbing of my clothes

or tangled in my hair

no lithe lines simply drawn

as ever a flash

a glance

a twist of wrist

and I

Aye

Eye appear

the Sputter & Spatter of live ink

spitting from his pen

 

I will never see his blocky name

and its following number

(I imagine him chuckling like a child

as he hid the Ninas in amongst)

and perhaps no one the wiser

except

this Tease acknowledgement

that maybe you didn’t even Care

about the Subject

of that superb moment of The Art

but only how many goddamn Ninas

 

like a game

a total negation

of My Importance to the Universe 

 

but I was Never drawn by Hirschfeld

not having attained Fame

of any kind

no matter How much my family

and my lover say they adore me

and anyway he’s dead

so even if I Did get famous now

he couldn’t draw me

 

all my hidden Ninas

Forever unresolved  

 

 

© 2021 pamela twining