Should we
all be allowed to
have green
gemmed rapture?
Thrill
from a carnival -
a
carnivore of hearts
and river
town sorrows
Her name
is Emily
and it
happened last night
and the
nite before
but that
was with Faith
Emily was
at the Warhol
- it was
for a gala -
her
brother had a piece
on the
wall for an artists
association. How fitting
for the
Warhol. Hmm..
Something
about shoes.
Hmm...
Hmm...
It was oil
on canvas
a red shoe
- brilliant -
against
the white drop.
It stood
out for me
as well as
she, Emily.
I was
walking down
to the
Warhol basement
and caught
a glimpse
of these
elegant yet simple
high
heeled shoes from
underneath
the curtain
of the old
time photo both
- You know
the kind?
W/ black &
whites and
framed inside raw film -
dripping
wet w/ time.
She was as
exciting
as her
shoes and had a
great
smile. I like the way
she shook
hands and said,
"I'm
Emily." I felt as if
I was
meeting Emily Dickinson.
Dripping
wet w/ rock-n-roll from
the night
before - high w/ the
vibrations
and light above
the
balcony of the renovated
church now
Mr. Small's Theatre
manifesting love – his songs
lingering
in front of stain glass
walls -
glimpses of lightening
from the
storm outside & together
- we,
caught in collective
consciousness, sending it
all on its
way to you - for you -
for
ourselves. Dripping wet
like the
dollar bill I found this morn
in a
puddle of fresh rain water
while one
of the local heiresses
drove bye
& witnessed my memories
Tinsel
-he/she in drag at the
Warhol
Museum - performing
from
Hairspray and w/ puppets.
Tinsel was
in green - and Emily
in green &
white - Retro -
w/ rich
white leather heels.
"Yeah,
send me a poem,"
and I
meant it. Maybe
more than
the words of my new
friend,
Faith, from the RYan
Adams show
the nite before.
May 15,
2005
MyStrawHat.com
Giovanni
Conte`
http://www.mystrawhat.com
Sewickley,
PA
