Renaissance Festival Visit 2
9-4-07 Domenic Maltempi
We didn’t have enough film
To pose dead
Each of us once
Five times
I called over to the jester
Would he pose with a Russian dancer?
He gurgled into a besotted sky
Tuxedo, NY
Out came the antiquated photo-maker
Captain’s wife posed on a renaissance era wheeled cart
Jester examining a large stick by her mouth and neck
Writer plays possum by grassy water body
Drops expensive audio recorder
Recovers device in five minute later panic
Damn fortunate I wanted sound issuing
From Maypole dancers
Summer will not sneak around behind your back
Summer will fuck your enemy in front of your apartment
As it squeezes songs made out of very old light
Onto your gutters, into your unpainted den
Thomas feigned death by axe throwing game stand
Pizza is cold and $4.50 a cut
I say striker
You say matches
H does not participate in staged death pictures
I remember it like yesterday
Jumping into my futures wife’s car
Playing killed in boot of old Dodge
Hair was longer
A different woman’s churlish tongue softly bullying one
Into smashing round object into bell
Surpassing embarrassing representations of one’s physical
Deficiencies
I wanted to do it mentally this time
“You don’t have the equipment.’
“The equipment is coming. It’s on its way, some acumen belonging to me, but borrowed and traveling like everything merciful, coming through when
needed.”
“Traveling?”
“Sure, wait, here, maybe not all, yes all. Here are my two dollars.”
Her flippancy now turning me on, turning me in on myself
Sterling National Park…there