|Love Song by Giorgio de Chirico|
Throw it up against the wall
and see if it sticks, ideas
adhese to bricks, with which
They build cities, then realities
on foundational ideologies;
this is the lens you look through,
to get a clear view of you.
Fate's tongue is passed the gums
and in your throat, will you choke
or embrace the passion with which
she strokes your will, pliable or
hard, her grasp is firm but is it reliable?
SNAP! goes the rubber glove
and does fear begin, you
might see this day again?
Like Bill Murray slowly goes crazy
on Groundhog Day, de'ja' vu meets
vu ja de, will you will you
or will you will her, today's
tomorrow being yesterday?
This Love Song's set to repeat, circular
record skips along the way, yet round the bend
returns a same melody. What once was mything,
found again, a cloud hangs over the city,
metaphysically panhandle-ing the question:
If you could would you relive today?
(Let me pause for effect, so you catch your breath, reflect
and dissect that which they taught you back in church or school,
Mr. T's not the only one that pities the fool.)
As if you had a choice, but
do you trust fate, not to be late
and let her lead the conga line
dance through the strobe lights
Or has she baroque you
enough to step out of the
there's No Exit-
Today for Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub, Mark Kerstetter brings us some artspiration by Giorgio de Chirico for our poetry prompt. As fascinating as his art is, I also found his back ground and belief system to be of equal intrigue.