L'aura del Campo

Gorrilla feet

Rereading Ted Kooser’s Winter Morning Walks. The ability to see something in the nothingness of a rural Nebraska winter landscape awes me. I wish I could write like that. This landscape of mountain and sky has yet to reveal its secrets to me… just a teasing glimpse.



Gorilla feet

         for Aaron S

O man with big gorilla feet,
an orchid behind each ear!
Wrap a grass skirt around your hips.
Dance with me ape… sweet lips to lips,
fingers entwined in dark hair.

O man with long thin hairy feet,
pale orchids behind each lobe!
I’d hang a blushing lei upon your chest,
musky fragrance on a bed of lust,
pluck them one by one, my Job.

Oh, wrestle me ape, bare hips to hips,
a dance of mulled wine and raw meat.
Entwine our orchids sour and sweet.
Place on my flower your wine-red lips,
O love with gorilla feet!

© Kåre Enga 2010-05-02 [167.90]

The scene last week for “Dangerous Playground” (MFA presentation) at the Roxy was silly at best. Aaron was wearing gorilla feet and orchids. Yes, he was dressed, but not necessarily by choice. The wine was definitely speaking for him!



A couple days of not writing poetic sketches! But I’m so far ahead of my personal goals it doesn’t matter. The Muse is merely snoozing… I‘m sure.

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