Bowl of Light - The Argotist Online

andom pundits dish Poundcake
One says: "I remember her poster on my wall,"
a slick nod off camera that we just catch, a grin,
a wink and notoriety descends into sophomoric
groin humor where we are all seventeen again
listening to records while laying in bed
and wondering much to our chagrin if we might
indeed ever meet, ever be, that person or someone
very much like them
what is it to be famous
this instrument of woman wonder transcends all else
when people like Linda Carter wear spandex and all
we can think of is the last time we tried stealing a comic
from the grocery store, enrapt with guilt and crying before
we reach the car; sometimes one glove is best
two implies guilt
can you still touch the world
is there ever not a space between your flesh and ours
promise is the nipple glimpsed through netting
and all we understand of an imagined world
an imagined word beyond the four walls that so
completely seal us off
seal us odd
for time to pass so completely
irrevocably, there must have been a transition
that we missed somewhere
when we began looking at others
not our parents but models of that
same world outside
who prepares you for life, is
it the same woman who
makes you poundcake
or the pundit speeling
on absolutely nothing
without a touch of gray
all of this has left us with a lone voice
hollow booms, a motorized studio,
just that man meant for grand events
signing off at the wrong time
the era.