Virgin Words
By David Barlow
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For centuries scientists have used math to predict what they will observe next. Their accuracy is remarkable. Verse serves us similarly. Brought to the edge of ourself the view often defies description. Keep at it and these efforts to speak back an understanding can predict who we become. This collection features only a few characters, most are a straight shot. Using words to scout that frontier. A path I suspect we each have known, its signposts both familiar and unknowable. Virgin territory humans traverse in bringing us all forward.
David Barlow
Author, novelist, screenwriter, poet, fiction (and other keywords) David Barlow grew up in the cushy suburban digs of Ridgewood, New Jersey. Graduating up there in his class at Emerson College with a BFA in creative writing he pilgrimaged to Los Angeles for the script business. Skittering through several big Hollywood near-misses David plied a trade in writing copy, PR, and professional collateral. All while honing that edge for prose, verse, etc. Some time now those efforts have been enjoyed from the wilds of New Hampshire.
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Virgin Words - David Barlow
Verse vs.
This strange city funnels
past important doors
each window
turns on its axis
to frame you passing.
In your pocket a
blanched jewel, no
a crumpled sheet, a
secret message. You are reading
these lines.
A gilded door revolves.
Careful quiet
twirls ready words
all about as I
strip away your cloak, your
nakedness almost
my own.
But you are not naked,
my hands around your neck
to clasp a gasping necklace.
The light you wore
unborn
waiting for deep dark
to spill
ever open
Onto these busy streets
each face stares,
are you the one
from the glowing poem,
misplaced among us?
or just another sun
muted to cinders
of maybe
maybe
not.
The crumpled sheet
spins in your pocket like
a diamond but
you don’t
believe it, you don’t
read on
Deeper Than Knowing
We were walking a far shore
dusk still gathered its confetti
our first vacation day
nearly gone.
Turning to you candlelight
flashed its mothwings
across your face.
A nugget, its belly
burning pearly orange, passed
down between watery pillars
into a sunken world.
In the twilight of this
sandy afternoon, night’s thin gauze
billowing in around us I
saw graying waves
uncurl memory of that place.
as if I stood above the well,
a single eye stares up
slow and certain
as a pyramid.
It blinks and I
again walk the setting shore,
stumbling among ripples of
some second skin
as the ember drifts deeper
than knowing.
I turn to you your
cuffs rolled up soggy,
a hand swinging rhymes from my stride.
I cannot see
beyond those flickering columns
without cupping the wind
from your face.
Without dropping a pail
to pull up this
thirst for drowning,
a feel of you in my lungs
like water
or perhaps light.
Here’s the Deal
No knowing
what’s to find
in the underground.
Maybe heart
maybe mind
maybe bonus round.
Some kind of something
unwinds tonight.
Ribbons unreel
that nighttime feel.
Here’s the deal --
they was wound
way too tight.
Sidewalk sound
fiddles a bow
but it sat down to
watch what’s coming
cuz it comes slow.
Like balloons about to pop
the moment won’t stop,
it won’t do the don’t,
it won’t give up.
Yup.
Only the wind
growling from a pipe.
And you sharp
and dark
as a tiger
stripe.
D-word
That long-worried leap,
up into no mans land
and across to you
is nothing now
like the fear
of ever going back.
Forays flash my sleep,
mortars blind the stars
and tip morning
on end.
What tumbles out
wraps me in barbs and
useless moods. I’d
close my eyes
to kiss you
but
still I’d see it.
A nazi box
of wiggling fingers, the
ring removed only
for the gold.
Kissing Electra
Around our lives is sewn
a seething web of
tiny thunderbolts.
Careen thru the days,
each mild consideration
charged with impatience
we cannot trace.
Even our sacred ceremonies
hasten.
The slowness of poetry
a corrective, no a
sedative, no a
relic from a
null age.
Maze
For some time we
have wandered this maze
of blankets
hanging musty and thick,
left from a war
gone quiet.
We know well the inch
they leave above the floor,
last light of dusk
sneaking beneath
like memory of a
dream.
Or maybe movie,
the luxuriated man imagines
hands of his audience
reach in from the dark.
The olive blankets rise
high as night and vanish
in shadowy rafters
where the room stretches away
larger than doubt.
Some way surely leads out,
a last ray of sun sneaks
in long and sharp
as flame.
We search our lives
to touch it but
can’t help stop,
and harken
He watched their response and knew
the beauty she must be. My
movie is a good one.
Though a hand
moves the folds
from the other side, still
we’re always each alone
meandering this dim
labyrinth
blankets hang down
drab and green, padded
with the rich old smell of forgetting,
every breath an attic of
summer air.
Devil in My Soul
Which to better be?
an ecumenical ecdysiast
dropping veils of
barmecidal bodhi bombast
or the hard-up chump
folding a wellworn faith
beneath that oh
so slender
strand.
Hymn to Her
Thunder rumbles into my dream,
is she too woken?
Doddered I take her hand
and wait.
When it comes
white suns flash my lids glassy.
The counting begins.
All expectance I
in magic realism
wait upon the
dauntless sound of enough.
This pause her song.
Sheer size
comes lagging in
across the heavens.
Doddered I see she indeed
sleeps.
Eyes loll her sockets as
fulsome force rolls away.
She imagines bright flashes I
spend the