Do we get the best of you?You arehoned from pink star diamond,sprinkled with fairy dust.Some peoplehave to deal with dandruff,but you shake your head,magic spews outlike a prowess geyser.You shake your assand we all faint,pin your poster to our walls,attempt to embody you,usea variant of youin nasty yet delicious acts,dreams ringing with applause.Still, we demand.Perhaps a version of yougoes unsullied,heirloom edition,packed away for safekeeping?Hope you are well-stowedbecausethere’s no place safe out here.
Where am I going with this? Just started ruminating on the subject of iconic people in society for Kerry’s mid-week prompt to the Real Toads. But when you are writing 30 poems in as many days, you end up sharing stuff that ordinarily you’d file under DRAFT. So here you are, the beginnings of something that I’m counting as #12 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.
