2.20.2012

vic chesnutt's gift

Not one
kiss hello,
pass the baton,
up all night until
smoke circles my neck.
I'd like to lie with you,
wrapped in warmest baritone,
flirt with you all my life.
The breadth of this couch
distant as imagination;
that he sang for us,
ours now to honor.
Kiss goodnight,
let's drift.

10 comments:

  1. wow, how beautiful-- both lyrically and visually,
    eden

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  2. thank you, eden. oh great sigh, vic chesnutt.

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  3. Beautiful, Marian.
    Sorry to be MIA in poetry land.

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  4. Sigh, indeed, especially from lovelorn Me:)

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  5. http://www.myspace.com/vicchesnutt

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  6. I love Vic Chestnutt. I love Lambchop!

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  7. This is wonderful. I love shape poems, and this is a moving tribute to an amazing musician. Since my submit button was pretty confusing, I'll add it to the My Life In Music collection for you!

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  8. Beautiful! Glad you linked up!

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  9. interestingly, i am not usually a fan of shape poems. but somehow this one came out this way.
    thank you for reading! and again, OH SIGH VIC CHESNUTT.
    and also OH SIGH LOVE.

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