The world feels mad
but perhaps
the madness is mine.
I love her being
but she is not me.
She is generosity,
and kindness
but also gullibility to modern sway
or am I merely a rebel
feeling strongly the causes
that aren't really there.
She seeks out beats
to which she can bounce and energize
where I seek melodies
with which my soul can harmonize.
I'm an addict
to the power of experience
to the goosebumps and chills
to the grip of desire, the sight of fire
to anything that makes the heart churn.
Whether flesh, or manifestations of mind
teeming life, or decaying fate
daydreams, or the blurring boundaries of memory.
I saw an elegant woman on a street corner.
Flowing pink skirt reminiscent of Desperado,
long waves of dark hair spilling over olive shoulders
pure white blouse, off white high heels
and a young girl clasped in hand
with her own flowing dress
studying and mimicking her mother's stance
lifting the heels of her own flat shoed feet
attempting the grace
the class
the elegance.
I thought of my own daughter
how she will never witness the perfect heeled posture
never mimic the chic stance
for I am what I am
and it's so far from that.
I can pull it together
fake it for an evening
but never hold out for long
until I'm barefoot and burning
fleeing down the sidewalk
or the city street
hair tumbling from it's captive bodice
eyes seeking the glisten of starlight
over streetlamps
vanishing in the shadows beyond the edge of civilization
leaving a trail of torn lace and ribbons
a divergent path to moonlit enlightenment.
If there is nothing else to mirror,
it is vitality.
To seize the essence of mortal existence
relish feeling and create reality
become the song
become the paint
become the scratching pen
or merely the feet upon the earth.
She will be dirt beneath fingernails
lacking coloured enamel
calloused feet and unkempt hair
that does what it does, without battle or restraint.
She will be her beautiful blues
that make the entire face
without assistance of polish, or powder.
She will be sensual
and strong willed,
as fierce as her mother.
Yet with less sensitivity,
mischievous eyes
and devilish laughter
foreshadow a whole new breed
of Dangerous.
Naturally alluring
and vexing,
she will be both
a God sent blessing
and a demon devised curse
to the rest of humankind.
