What to call it

What's Next?
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By Emilia and Jody


Unfortunately there are times and seasons
When the death-sucking core machine
Permeates your inner sanctum

It is good to depart this realm of the machine
To indulge the fantacy of being elsewhere
Positively pugnacious, feelings free from strife

There are times when you might sit
In the Pioneer Place Mall in
Portland, Oregon

Expecting to briefly relax
In a dim, comfortable place
Pondering a small theater of ads

Then you are aurally bombarded
Feeling pain, hearing echoes
Plundering your inner securities

We left that place, that secluded theater
In the back of some no-name store
Positively out of reach of our current finances

We saved the day, the date, daintily, disconcerted
Yet enrapured by the closeness we felt in the moment
Poetry to illustrate the deapth of human romance

Desire eats away hunger, and there is a certain indulgence
In the pleasure that is present in both beings of this relational union
Pressing fortune against fortune as they walk through the mall

Happiness, peace, questioning, healing
Death-sucking machine at rest
Post-mortum in the U.S.A.

I am getting married!!!

Tis been a while since I have posted on this blog, but I think it is apprpriate to put on a poetry blog that I am engaged. Emma and I officialy did the will-ya/ I-will in Salem on a sky bridge overlooking a nice flowered tree. The carpet was not too bad and we capped off the day by going to the top of the capital building, looking at the mountains, and of course each other. :-) Is that the best joint poetry or what, making fond memories with each other. Stay tuned for mariage info. Follow the link to Emma's Blog for her story about that day, "Happy News!"

Peace out y'all

Jody John Ramey