Incognito

 

dusty-3Just because you’re naked
doesn’t mean you’re sexy,
Just because you’re cynical
Doesn’t mean you’re cool.
You may tell the greatest lies
And wear a brilliant digsuise
But you can’t escape the eyes
of the one who sees right through you. In the end what will prevail
Is your passion not your tale.
For love is the Holy Grail,
Even in Cognito.
So better listen to me, sister,
and pay close attention, mister:
It’s very good to play the game,
Amuse the gods, avoid the pain,
But don’t trust fortune, don’t trust fame,
Your real self doesn’t know your name And in that we’re all the same:
We’re all incognito.

Tom Robbins

 

Que me veux tu - What you want me 1928 Claude Cahun (French, 1894–1954) France Photographer
Claude Cahun

Joanna

I begin a verse…

I hesitate on a word…

I lose what written freedom there is.

To a life years ago…pictured in a daydream.

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She had smelled of Henna and Poison…and, and, and…

She had come from the south…

An urbanite in flowing skirts, cotton piled upon cotton

earth tones among simple Aztec design.

Her smoke rings, gentle and meaningful.

Made menthol circles around a crowded granite tomb.

An odd figure among provincial settings…

ancient walls, ancient floors…soon to be filled dorm rooms.

Had I known of flirting…it did not provide me with a guide.

Young and bare footed…I wore, yokel…with pride.

She taught me of love without borders…

sensuality without touch…

She taught me…ever so, much.

I think of her from time to time.

A southern belle adjoined with sophistication, Cat Stevens and…

lust playing between…hours, minutes, seconds.

I think of her from time to time.

When my youth took a delicious, decadent, memorable ride.