Bio Note: Much of what I am centers around a desire to heal, and a strong rejection of unfairness. And just as deeply, I love music. The first two poems are about healing and justice. The third, well... if I could just remember the words to the song.
in new mexico, my home a broken piece of ceramic had one of two fates waiting the trash pile was most common as though once broken meant forever useless glue was the other choice nothing exotic, ever but the rescued vessel became a thing to lament the scars a constant reminder of someone's careless hands japan's ancient reverence for even a common cup demands restoration silver or precious gold mixed with tenacious lacquer fills the gap, repairs the breach that which was broken is whole honor bestowed, history written in glowing, visible seams what joy the injured piece must feel to know it was worth saving i, broken man, can empathize but in the kintsugi of life i'd rather be the lacquer than the shattered bowl
she said a spider bit her and she found it alive trapped it under a clear glass and started asking everyone what is it, what is it of course there's the fear that it's somehow venomous and then the finger falls off but really, how many of those spiders are there in your house, in mine. i mean the killer types the problem of course with spiders is that if you say 'color' and 'size' you've just identified not one but several thousand suspects none of whom have a single drop of harmful spit to work with but we round them up anyway those who match the description segregate them behind walls, under glass fear and despise them all the same because any one of them might be guilty because there's a one in a million chance of an accurate i.d.
limitless capacity, random indexing musical mind holds over sixty years of songs ranging in completeness from snippets of the title to maybe three words of the chorus to the entire chords and lyrics of an obscure track by the loving spoonful or some such drop in any sound, phrase, or short lick and instantly a song plays so long forgotten that it blinks in wild amazement at the sudden request spins exuberently through two verses then fizzles out, leaves me tapping humming, blank on the final verse the lyrics that would make it complete the poignant lingering thought that we shared through a slow dance lost, just like our adolescent love a new stimulus hits the select button and in the middle of music induced memories of a first awkward kiss my thoughts shift to senior summer days blasting down the highway wind in my hair and nothing at all on my mind but the rush of the notes and the wind and the sweet euphoria of g-l-o-r-i-a, gloooooria and everything is all right uptight and out of sight
©2021 Jim Lewis
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