11/6/08 CAI Lab Blackbird response

i.

Among the slews and hoards crowding the bar
The only moving thing
Was the flutter flutter of my heart.

ii.

I was of three minds,
Like love,
In which there are many sorts and kinds.

iii.

I twirled my hair and leaned in watching for signs
It was a small part of the smoke dance.

iv.

A girl and a boy
Breathe in and out
A girl and a boy and love
Linked by tendrils of smoke.

v.

I do not understand love, or what type to prefer,
The beauty of my eyes on you
Or the beauty of your visible thoughts
The love smoke signaling
Dance is breathing.

vi.

Warmth fleshes out the dark corners
With red tinted light
The smoke of the dancer
Traces fingers, breathes in and out
The mood
Entranced in the divine
Illuminating a perfect cause.

vii

O empty people out for frivolity
Who do you imagine meeting?
Do you not see how the smoke obscures
Ribbons around the feet
Blinds with sauce friends?

viii

I know there are some
Lucky, loved, smoked for good
But I know, too
That the smoke is deceptive
And flees when there is fear.

ix

When the smoke flies straight into your eyes,
Understand you are marked for beauty
Welcome into one of many circles.

x

At the sight of smoke
Uncurling and unfurling
Even the happiest
Would be affected deeply.

xi

I walked all over State
In a French maid costume
Once, the smoke found me,
In that I understood
What was meant for me,
And my feather duster.

xii

The arms I love are beckoning.
The smoke must be defusing.

xiii

It was Halloween all night.
It was alive
And it was going to burn.
The smoke signals sent
And received in the bar.