CAConrad :: (soma)tic poetry ritual & poem

SECURITY CAMERAS AND
FLOWERS DREAMING THE
ELEVATION ALLEGIANCE

–for Susie Timmons

 

From Walnut & Broad St. to Walnut & 19th I stopped for every security camera. Philadelphia watches us always, FUCK YOU WATCHING US ALWAYS!! Several cameras in one block, I took notes, it was noon it was twelve just as I wanted it to be. I took notes for the poem, notes notes notes.

A little basket of edible flowers: nasturtiums, roses, pansies, I eat pansies, I LOVE pansies small buttery purple lettuce!! At each security camera I paused, looked into the camera, DIRECTLY IN THERE and stuck my tongue inside a flower. Flicked it in and out, in and out, flicking, licking, suckling blossoms. A security guard asked “What the fuck are YOU DOING?” I replied, “I’M A POLLINATOR, I’M A POLLINATOR!!” This was the only thing I was allowed to say for the duration of the security camera pollination application, “I’M A POLLINATOR, I’M A POLLINATOR!!” I took notes, took many notes, and the notes became a poem titled, “I WANT TO DO EVERY / THING WRONG JUST ONCE”

 


I WANT TO DO EVERY
THING WRONG JUST ONCE

 

                                                             suddenly we are
                                                             a daisy under
                                                             the big wheel
                                                 throw it out to the batter leave it up to the outfield
                                                 the umpire sees how I divide you from me
                                                 you have no choice over the
                                                 weak notes in the song
                                                 you think I’m afraid
                                                 of course I am
                                                 I’m disgusted chopping us in two
                                                                                       will it help to
                                                                                       kill the one who
                                                                                       hypnotizes you?
                                                                                       we can try
                                                                                       we can always try
                                                betting on the better point of quaking
                                           we cap the balding yard with angel wings ancient astronauts
                                        a poetic acuity we have been waiting to carry us away forever
                                                to survive I stayed away from
                                                           people who wanted to
                                                                           kill me (that’s
                                                                           the big secret)
                                                                           let them jam it
                                                                           in the back of your
                                                                           mouth just a quick
                                                                           police search


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