Head
to Toe Beauty
Just
as I remembered to keep around a winter jacket for when it’s cold outside in
April like a check unclaimed & without knowing her name it was grabbed and
signed & paid at the bar where some Goa cat was playing surf style Buddha
riffs on his blue Hawaiian lap steel guitar
And,
where I didn’t want to write something that would be too long and within that
insincere, surf style Buddha cat from Goa looked at the crowd and spoke as if
he was looking at a mirror out came a lion of a song he called March and I then
realized I began surfing on the web in an office after college I shared with
two of my sisters who neatly packed pistols for Italian men and it was there
while surfing I hit a few good highs and caught some peaks of lifestyle Supremes
real head to toe beauty in an everyday media medium I knew nothing about but
liked it anyway so when it came time to check on the key to my heart I nearly
fell apart as it fell to the floor behind the vestibule which sat in front of a
guarded door where I kept my one & only necklace
It
seemed just like my favorite pair of jeans I saw in an online magazine I was
now torn & frayed after this head to toe beauty grabbed my attention and
put my thoughts back in detention where they drifted in ripples that brought
those sands of tides from foreign exotic lands in front of my eyes where I read
and liked her recipe for curry Tai chicken with cashews and peanuts with some
added drops of a curried coconut milk and all this tasted as she described fine
silks which I knew before it rained we’d have to cover up all the same need for
a winter coat in April and maybe these rains would wash our souls clean in a
spring rebirth & plenty of flowers in May
May
I accompany your eyes while they read these lines in your own narrative &
funny voice that bounce around the chambers of your mind strategically hitting
corners & so mine echoes in the third eye which now commands the expression
on your face like an unopposed question in the center of a long hallway with
luxuriant chairs and candelabras reflected in the tall mirror
Written
after the local farmer’s market Saturday afternoon 4/13/2013
By
John Alan Conte Jr. & the new everyday
media
New Media Matters: an everyday
art @
mystrawhat.com
&
coming soon to mystrawhat.com = BIGnewEdayMedia (e-book to include new poetry and a fine list of top hot celebrated
savvy dynamic & engaging women of new media)
