Irving Toast, Poetry Ghost hits the “Pavement” Sun 10:30am/Mon 1:30pm
The Ghost gives up a lyric/narrative sequence entitled “Pavement” for the next episode of Irving. One quarter rock opera, one quarter literary jam session, and a good half of a long poem in progress, we’ll take fries with that, a swig of the oh-be-joyful, and worship our muses and literary goddesses at will, be there the frank fact of the winter moon shining over the shimmering snows or no.
Happy New Year, Charlie Brown!
The meter and shape
Of his lines were
Determined by the
Width of the notebook.
He’d drive around the
City for hours in a
Green 1964 Beetle
Looking for the ultimate
Glint of sun off the
Buildings. He
worshipped
Snow at dusk, the
Purple stripes crusting
The roadsides, the
Cawing of crows he
Couldn’t see. It was
Near the sculpture garden
He’d sit and he could
Barely make out the words,
But she, at least,
Was beautiful in
His mind, he knew
She always would be,
Guan Yin, the goddess
Of compassion, whom
He knew and whom
He would meet again,
The starlight gaining
Thirstily above him,
The celestial city of
Wonders thrown
Open coldly, but
With such pulsing beauty.
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