Heaven Shampoo
Skirmish: Distinctly Human* (@zinnithequeen)Lyrics
Lady's finger see she swim through bed of coral coming up for air then cavorting to the deep. Ochre sun cut through silky veil, see her head shake and nosey neighbours shrink back into widow's weeds. Bus jerk spinning me into transports oft denied; how her hair caress my soft-held breath which gently part the waves. Tongues may wag contempt but hers she wrap round rosebud curling there an interest presently. In Heaven Shampoo she find me her scented hair sucked in morning dew hanging loose down dimpled cheek. And when she shyly squeeze under milk-white shower I sense she smell of coconut. We do not speak. We do not speak.
HAMYTOE RUGRAT
a MONKEY / RUGRAT production
Comments
Of course tis okay. I have great respect for your honest responses and insight. "Conjurer" , "turning river" - lovely. Once called "the wizard of crap" by an audience member. Loved that too btw. !Ta RM anyhoo
The Wizard of crap sounds like the title of a Mel Brooks film 😁
This has a real feel of an Oriental Poet. It is like some extended Haiku full of images that coalesce and confront, etc.
A compliment indeed, Bernie. !Ta Interesting haiku ref. I experiment with "narrative haiku" - using/abusing the 17 beat idea and creating longer (narrative) pieces divided up into 17 beat 3-liners. (Note the skirmish-driven "Vision") HS might have been such.
This is great, really vivid and dynamic. Kind of a hypnagogic shampoo ad / love song. I'd like to know more about your thought process, and what kind of music you would put it to.
Hypnagogic shampoo ad mmmm lovely. Well, all I can say, perhaps is: "Invincible Hands ... meet! Heaven Shampoo"
I hope this is ok to say, but this, along with your other poems is very head bendy, in a very good way, of course. You manage to conjure language rather than write it - I read it, I start to make sense of things and then the river takes a turn in a direction I wasn't expecting.