Offered in this zip file I recite an excerpt from T.S. Elliot’s “Lovesong of J. Alfred
and three original poems.
1. The Promise:
Don’t ask for my promise of tomorrow
for I wrapped it in a small rag and hid it under some leaves in the woods near your house.
I knew I could never find it again and I knew this was my guaranty that you could not take my heart away and pawn it in some frozen market among gaunt and starving merchants among old crates and dust.
I wanted your suspenders
And all the litter of your free and easy speeches
I wanted to collect your wasted words
In gilded boxes labeled: Absent.
I wanted the days you let yourself
be swallowed by the moon.
I wanted the pink folds of your forgotten dreams…
I only got your shadow
And it faded at noon.
When I called
Through light gauze…
your Egyptian eye,
a Lapis boat sailing up the Nile’s blue fan…
afloat the wings of Amon Ra…
The savoir sun shines down
in bands of gold and turquoise hippopotami,
shut tight as the lid of a sarcophagus.
Tones of hammered dulcimers were heard…
the Pharoah’s on the phone with me…
“What news of Hatsephut and Seb?
What about the cats and rams?
What are these markings in the sand
you drew so deftly with side turned hand?”
I mapped out a song with sacred geometry
But it unraveled beyond it’s bounderies…
It’s lovely crimson threads unfurled
Near puddles..near rivers…
Far away from the petty wars and private sins of Solitary men.
It’s shape…once a rose in mist…
And a background music of foreign bliss
Retreated as I walked toward…
Kept forever out of reach.
Yet I hold on to the elusive lyric
And let it define my wistful endings…
My hopeful beginings.
Contents of ZIP Archive: zip
- /Prufrock excerpt.mp3 (959.83KB)
- /promise.mp3 (2.16MB)
- /hieroglyphs.mp3 (741.56KB)
- /map.mp3 (792.46KB)
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