Wednesday, July 26, 2006


You think because it is raining we can't
Ride the rains. Hold the image,
Tie down the reins. Sloop, spin, swirl---

What a slippery joy in hanging on

Sliding in wet-leather embraces,
Stop. Changing of gears
Into a different measured stroke

The piston's momentum, the fireman's carry

Before skidding into a position
Of discharge/let go/let the floods come/
Let the bodies sprawl in disobedient

Patterns, only to recover the virile

Manhood upon which we had slipp,
So joyfully. The return to wet imgaes:
Pegasus' wet handlebar wings realigned,

The remount, taking the middle road.



Paul Mariah.

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