What Is Tangletown
Ever wish to return,
by MARINA GIPPS
to see them again,
leave them a kiss,
saying don't change?
Now I need protection
from the state bird,
we share the same space
inhabiting one another,
Juxtaposing my wings
for his, it isn't easy,
Black box memoir after falling for
the confessions of pol-pot.
What is trivial pursuit?
A man unwilling to share
his paintings with a secret love?
So she goes into a landscape,
Unaware he is following her
in a fog within a gilded frame.
Awash in blue with wilted parasols,
the emotions stagnated by paralysis.
(He painted this image on a perfect white space,
destroying it unwillingly.)
This is Tangletown: knowing that there are a million
copies of persons like mobile sculptures, replaceable.
Those unrelenting in the pursuit of creating
by mesmering the unsuspecting into love.
And if you ask why i write this poem today,
as if any day would really matter,
i respond simply: i cannot write a love poem,
Afraid you'll laugh me down a beaten path where
cats lie hissing and obsessed with their privates,
where the slightest mew resembles death.
So i begin the courtship with an unwritten book,
this silence as if emotions had wings-
lines streaming tears, somehow becoming art
In a kiss or residue;
which is Tangletown.