Poem for Prince / Ian Brockway

Hyacinth hermit
A surf of mascara
The thread of a needle along a Rapunzel eye
Ebony hair in the air
No need for company

Wooden-legged by day
Sorcerer by night
Your legs an easy battle
To mortals, a pinnochio surprise
Weaving me in stitches
From orange Chanhassen to pale key west

Jump-laying my body with strange design in throttling leaps:
Lascivious pentagrams, adrenal acrostics, comic trails of albuterol in cursive scarabee
An all percussive witness, Jehovah's Sodoku
Pooling frazzle-funk hollows from chest to feet
Turning my palsy to paisley

Bristle man of mustache
And ease of movement
Eye of a smile
Dance of aubergine
Racy riddler of piano, bird and audience alike
Make a clown of Batman;
of pop-star touchscreens, a fool's face in charade
Smirk inside The Kid's cabinet
Wave
and
disappear.
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This is amazing.

Rolls off the tongue.

I think we have an artist corner...is that still blocked?

[Edited 5/2/16 22:36pm]