Rilke, Percy Bysshe, and a deluxe apartment in the sky*

Heavy tired legs stone immobile in the desert, check.
Torso aka trunk--archaic, check.
Mighty pleasure dome needed, or maybe yurt alert, decreed.
You must change your life. Kathleen said so, and Rilke told her, therefore it must be true.
You must, you must, you must increase your bust.
Half-sunk shattered visage. My visage is perking up. It's my life that's half-sunk. Did Ozymandias have zits? What's up with this AARP-age acne anyway???

Warm, dry sand around my ankles, wanted.
Going to my happy place. Sinking in.
Wind rippling the dunes, tousling their blond hair. Darn dunes, those third grade boys, burping, gross, belching in response.
Burping Dunes. Wouldn't that be a good name for an apartment complex?

*We finally got a piece of the pie!

 © 2014 Nancy L. Ruder


seana graham said...

You can't be as tired as you claim to have come up with all those links!

Collagemama said...

I find links in my sleep, Seana. Heard that fascinating interview with Trevor Cox on "Fresh Air" awhile back and have been thinking about burping dunes ever since.