5/Connection

- Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he -

Proverbs 26:18

She moved with him like a phantom,

always a few steps behind,

leaning in the corners

or watching from windows just out of view.

Her stalking came with another new vision: one where he only saw himself

through the eyes of his supervisor.

As if from a third body, he would see his gait grow taut

and quickly, he would loosen it:

allowing it to morph into a vile slither:

wiggling through crowds and around sharp corners,

always finding her eye with each step.

Her gaze from across the room would

nudge at his arching back:

pushing his body erect.

Dexterously, her eyes would animate his fingers,

sharpening their movements with a file

and puppeting each independently to create bold rhythmic gestures.

With a delicate stare, he would feel his voice begin to twang.

Breaking at its limit, it would soar:

her eyes watching it bob up and down expressively,

cutting conversations with its shrill, frivolous script.

/This voyeur became his only companion.

Every dance: only for her/

Twirlingggg, tongue-tied-to-that-tapping-tapped-through-toes

That- thump, thump, thump,

that tickles/

tinkles/

through thick-twined-air,

That thump that leaves

these ankles pulsing only with

that pulse that puppets a ragged body

and drives these legs down onto that floor:

To slap! and quiver

and shake and writhe - pop/ping-pop/ping-pop/ping

That makes that spine /crooked/ from always

leaning waaaaay back

onto that earth.

Knees: hitting the ground but free of bruise,

This body:

Beeeeending front, back, sideways

flapping this ragged body up and down — up and down

all to have these dry eyes watch that sweet

/ringing/ sound float around,

endlessly saying

yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh,

Saying:

'Frot, frote, refrot, frotquasked, tantric-tainting-lady taint, thymene, thoreau, cavaliers and roundheads, chaste, cabouche, booch, hooch, buvare harva, havu horis, neil patrick harris, tyson! tarantula la-la: hymns of lesbos and ‘grapefruit is the new pomegranate!,’ chapering omee - on and on: doing backflips on that shit! and, shit. and sodomy, sacristy, southern hospitality- sam hill did the hanky panky with his coxant then went on down and got knocked up at Seattles first boof bar - naming my daughter ‘harbor,’ calipso, copernie, what that pp do? Come on! Have it! Who's afraid of Roger Rabbit? Charleston: Charisma is sipping a sweet and dry, dry, dry, you are in me, Clyde! I sit in a room bulging with gumption: ran through, and stankin: but I prefer polyphony - plaid, proposal, pining, ping-pong ping-pong peaches! peaches! peaches! - sucking on a tit - sagging, down on my knees, boiiiinnnngg, like a spear with a little MISS AMERICANA! swish in that rump - flippant, flutey, frivolous and faggoty: her eyes. here eyes. her eyes. here eyes. her eyes/'