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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sapphy Is Trying a Brand New Key
[time] => 2006-03-31 22:22:45
[hometext] => (lines with doo wop, for all you hipsters)
[bodytext] => Sapphy is trying another key B flat B sharp B natural Naturally and tra la la she sings to get to find to happenstance romance perchance erotica harmonic dance Saint Valentine oh won’t you please won’t you please shoot an arrow for me tra la lee love’s key at her throat dangles heavy as a latch Sapphy moves through space in a St Vitus dance chuting soaring jumping into the sky jumping is meant for air air is clear(ly) not seen it’s the where the invisible there Sappho’s aura radiates there where there is air photosynthetic oxygen lingers elemental non-matter clings like affection on fingers a breath or two 3 or 4 there is a door a portal an entryway for Sapphy to emancipate she is trying trying to believe surely her key surely her reverie will match the keyhole and shoot the bolt affro-dye-tea be good to me doo wa doo wa doo wa diddy Sapphy sings her voice has wings and tremulous she sings and meddles her key albatross key be good to me doo wop de de every knob every lock wants a subtle key boogedy boogedy bebebe fidget and wriggle glint and gleam squirming under the burden of the key try ing trying not to seem like a person a person in need can’t be a real person at all damn it all then what’s the use people avoid real ness Sapphy is cooked cooked like a goose trussed up a royal pain in the ass she shouldn’t settle for ordinariness all the lithe loves are seduced away by time by need by other dames by place we all inhabit different space the fair sex trumps geography be near be far but be good to me skiddoo skid dee heart’s needle navigate an uncharted sea Crusoe found his Friday acci den tally Maybe I should not seek my day of the week nor sail sloop sloop the sea of love dwee dwee the back up singers pulse into her head Sapphy you weirdo who would want you shooby dooby doo elementary emoting hey school - girl Wal Mart is good enough for you must you have the Coach purse new why do you esteem your you? you are not a one you are a two shoop shoop voulez vous Sapphy, turn down the volume listen not to what used to be don’t play on your insecurity don’t take heart at insensitivity be good to yourself there’s no one else take the key find a fit never give in if you hurt it means you feel and if you feel you will seek and if you feel you will fight you will never yield here’s my heart and here’s my key be good to me yomma lomma ding ding St Valentine please ask for me to find the door that fits my key I will not yield I will feel I will seek St Valentine, who seeks for me? tellaphoena ring ring La haute couture awaits your style your guile your innocence lost your smile Sapphy you are not the glue not the primordial ooze your forebears want to hang on you Hautebush October 9, 2005 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 273 [topic] => 21 [informant] => hautebush [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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