LJ Idol LPF Week 2

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Topic: "My Mount Rushmore"


David

It’s right now and it’s ending.

It’s right now and it’s long gone.

Where are were they?

The honeybee:

tucked innocuously

behind an earlobe,

thrumming joyously

against my tongue.

The heart:

worn audaciously

below the sleeve,

sewn between

the thumb and forefinger,

jolting smoothly

beneath my chin.

Socrates:

etched overtly

across the canyon

of the back,

the words absorbing

in reverse

through my fingertips

which traverse

mindlessly

sense-fully

through the ravine of the scapulae,

down the dale of the spine

to the foothills and crests beyond.

The fruit:

plucked ripely

along the hipbone.

Pride:

shown bravely

upon the breast.

O Ganymede,

let these be

the points in your constellation.

Let them blaze as brightly

upon my stricken eyes

as you once did,

that I may

forever return

to your celestial body.

O Hyacinth,

scarce have I invoked

your name,

your image,

your memory,

for fear

that the jealous zephyr of time

would blow

your fading petals

from my clutching fists.

O my Achilles,

would you scorn

your loyal Patroclus?

O my Sleeping Faun,

my Dying Slave,

did do you

fear me

to be

the eagle

come

in a storm

of brutish thunder

and cloying feathers

to bear you

too soon

to the heavens,

too far aloft

from mortal pleasures?

Who was am I, then?

If nothing else,

if no one else,

I can be

Pygmalion,

crumbling

my mind

my heart

to dust,

soaking

my tears

my seed

therein,

and with the resulting clay,

and with the resounding void,

I will bend the malleable folds of time,

I will mold the fallible curves of memory,

I will forge the terrible arms of need

to chisel myself away

into a moment
of us,
unending.

O Adonis,

erode.

O Narcissus,

look up from the waters

and see me.