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“An El Pasoan Irish Tune”
13 March 2010 (TWP)
Chevalterre Nabil
Via KLRabstracts
If I wrote my own Irish tune,
I’d pick up my violin…
And let my fingers
Frolick and dance
While my opposite arm
Summons sounds
By caressing
The instruments’ strings
Via my bow
And the bow’s horse hair
Rides along the chords of
G— D— A— then— E
With ease
In a punk rock sort of way…
And the notes would fly
Like little fae
In a violetic soothing wind
I’d bring friends
To trail with me
With their instruments
Dancing feet
And American-Irish beats.
We’d all stop and chill
At the plaza…
In the middle of the night…
We’d summon our alligator friends to life…
Playing with the fountain water
Maybe on skateboards
And pixies emerging from the trees and park benches
Quite urban the fae ones are
Silver robotic B-boys and B-girls
And the brown, wooden ones
Wakin’ up the town
To rejoice…
Yes, if I wrote my own Irish tune…
That is how it would be
Living peacefully,
In harmony
On this side of the Rainbow bridge
Making our golden music
Dancing to our golden beats and sounds.
“Lucky Un-Strike”
13 March 2010 (TWP)
Chevalterre Nabil
Via KLRabstracts
Downtown,
2 to 3 a.m.
As I turned the corner
And walked halfway westward
On the block…
The car with the right of way
Stopped in time
As the other car
Turned right in front of it –
Missing it by near inches.
Their light was Green…
Angry Red was the first driver –
I could feel the vibe
Manifesting the red light
To stop and catch the violator
And this prevented me from dialing 9-1-1!
I knew they’d be fine…
And waited for my turns to cross…
And there it was
This little duende
Blending with
the El Paso Times vending box…
Smiling right at me!
Oh yes,
And then I knew for certain
The little ones
Were watching over us.
“In a Maze of Knots”
13 March 2010 (TWP)
Chevalterre Nabil
Via KLRabstracts
I do not know how to draw Celtic knots
Good Lord, I’ve tried!
Those mystically, visual interweavings
I just cannot…
For, if I try
I begin to follow
From what seems to be
The beginning of the path…
Then suddenly an animal…
And adorning dog
Raising its paw…
I shake it
We bow, courteously
But I’m not so blind
Nor is it trained to guide me
We had walked together
For some time
Now I’m at the opposite end
Where there’s a different dog
Laughing at me
Ha! I know…
I’m on the mirrored side
I’ll find my way…
Eck!
I’ve lost my sense of direction
I’m at the heart of a cross
Where blossoms grow,
And my path
I still do not know...
Maybe, had I
Counted my steps
In multiples of seven...
Err... in Japanese?
ichi, ni, and san through nana...
But by then
In this topsy-turvy maze
I guess...
I made it back
To the end...
But in stepping back
Looking at the paper
I've made a big Green mess
of meltic knots...
Heck, I'm not Irish
I'm Mexican-American
dance the can-can
So folksy I am
So instead I crochet.
Oh, my crafty hands...
I crochet in deep, lush green
The way my mom did for me
When I was seven...
Interweaving the yarn
Of 1— 2— 3— 4
Leaves and a stem.
Ha!
Try following that trail,
you Celtic knot!
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