a collection of poems by: Chris Campanioni
The emphasis on empowerment via word/wordplay is welcome for this poetry collection and its tagline “The Word Is Yours” is truly, so fitting… ((The artwork featured throughout this post is by Brion Gysin, whose eclectic works have provided considerable inspiration to the author.))
Cold Open
Take a seat and get comfortable
Roll up your sleeves
Cross your legs
If you’re naked
In any sense
Of the word
Bare
……….A little more
Impossible to draw to scale
Conversions of conversations,
Overhead musings, overheard
Talk from the countertop
Of a cafe you’ve never been to
Before. Or any place with people
Gyrating and the volume on high.
Any place worth seeking.
Any place worth writing down
And re-reading. Please.
Stay awhile.
Forward and backward
At the same time
Limbic
Hush
Listen
How the world works
How the words work
When they’re touching
At the back of my mind
I’m looking past this
Eyes closed
I’m dreaming
Walking outward
In any old direction
You’re not there
Never where I have
Looked, like being blinded
Like a blindfold that looks back
A crack in the ceiling
Any old
Habit of reshaping things
Backward splashes of your feet
Slipping on rime
Forward and backward
At the same time
Lengua Vehicular
Sometimes as in a cage
Enraptured, enclosing
Something about being held
Or holding
It on the tip
Of a tongue
Letters of possession
Bent low
And bowed
Down, inclined
Devout
Words are fluid
Sexual
Dangerous
Thrilling
Now a self
Contained, now
A way out
Up next: Part Two of Chris Campanioni’s “The Word is Yours”
I like the way the lines evokes images in my head as I’m reading these. Very interesting. And I can “hear” your voice.