One: play richie havens : listen & find the rain within yourself.
if there is no water or no moon then continue on and on and on
two: after listening :: begin to read the poeme to someone else while eating something sweet & drinking something sweeter :: sit with them & ask them to close their eyes :: while filling the air with incense : let us begin
f / illed up
Take my hand
It’s all I have to give
My hand
If you give me my heart back
She left him standing there
Picked up her black bag
Thinking :: she was willing to give her right hand for her heart
Such a noble act she thought, since she was left handed
She was left, with two working hands, but no heart
Her right hand seemed useless, tired
It did nothing while she wrote poemes for him
Her right hand sat at the end of her limb, doing nothing while she fed herself
It seemed useless in a fight, since all she had left were scars where her love once laid
He had hair that curled, coiled, and seemed to follow a spiral violent row of cacao
His hair did not blow in the wind like others, it could not – it protested and it was steadfast
This man had her heart, what did he want to do with it
Place it in a glass case, red and sore
Beating no more, love only a ceremony said once
If he did not want her, then why worship this piece, the machine kept quietly in her soul
The only thing that kept time without instruction
But would endure love, she thought was it’s only function
He did not answer her, he took the one thing that belonged to her on a summer’s day
Rainy and planted his hands into her plenty to take her sound of a seagull morning
He walked away with time in his hand, gathering her minutes with every single step
Her world stopped, time stood still while they were apart
But he had no idea the crime that he committed
Was the taking of a young girl’s heart
That is why she thought her right hand would suffice
Since her heart was lying there in a stranger’s hand
Whom never even thought of her twice.
three: (and tested)
so the nose is quaint
a small asymmetrical shape / all of it
you’re face is hidden beyond the helmet
but we recognize you nonetheless
she had hidden her hand
the entire trip, when we got onto the train, she hid it
eyebrows were so shaped like frida that she looked sad all by herself
you turned away
i went north
put hand in the pocket /
i could not find you, east /
before i loose you / south
her hand was made of something : dirty plastic : still : dry
unwet : sure of it’s shape : the train doors open her false hand
west
one complete square
must remember how it felt when you comb my hair
goldfish did not make it
feel again / put hand in the pocket
went in one complete square for you
laughing with her / legs and arms held out
/ head and neck not wanting to be still
Notes: Written over the span of two years (2010 - 2012)
Sound: Richie Havens
Tupelo Honey / Just Like a Woman
BBC
