To a Yucca Dying in an Art Gallery (CTG)
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 4:40 pm
I appeared on Friday at an evening of poetry and jazz at the Load of Fun Gallery here in Baltimore. As I listened to the jazz trio and the performing poets, my attention was drawn to a plant below the tripod of a video camera.
To a Yucca Dying in an Art Gallery
Poetry & jazz interweave;
words speak to the throb of
bass guitar, keyboard riffs,
drummer's sultry rolls.
Black & white nudes,
graffitied peace symbols
decorate the walls while
a gray painted cat yowls
behind the jazz trio.
A yucca expires by
a bottle of spring water;
spiky leaves turn yellow
while folk sip Shiraz
& Cabernet Sauvignon.
This yucca craves
a desert, longs
to face naked rock,
thirsty sky, not
die among these
metaphors; it lusts
for silent, open sand,
not the shush of high-hat,
the torture-tickle
of wire brushes.
Christopher T. George
To a Yucca Dying in an Art Gallery
Poetry & jazz interweave;
words speak to the throb of
bass guitar, keyboard riffs,
drummer's sultry rolls.
Black & white nudes,
graffitied peace symbols
decorate the walls while
a gray painted cat yowls
behind the jazz trio.
A yucca expires by
a bottle of spring water;
spiky leaves turn yellow
while folk sip Shiraz
& Cabernet Sauvignon.
This yucca craves
a desert, longs
to face naked rock,
thirsty sky, not
die among these
metaphors; it lusts
for silent, open sand,
not the shush of high-hat,
the torture-tickle
of wire brushes.
Christopher T. George