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Available from Peace and
Laughter Press, Christopher Prim's first book contains
over 50 poems, including 'performance pieces', 'nature' poems, and
'pathology poetry'.
To purchase, write to chrisprim@juno.com
Samples:
BEAUTY BECKONS
Beauty beckons
through a gap in the woods,
into the arms of a woman,
from my heartbeat,
the
bright pink lining of the lung,
Up
mountains and down rivers,
across deserts and under stars,
keening from glaciers, the moon,
each fleck of spray
from every breaking wave
Beauty beckons in the silence,
in
the filtered light through trees,
the
crumbly bark,
the
moss and rock,
under waterfalls, in the veins of
leaves,
Beauty beckons
from under the pavement
Beauty beckons
from between the cracks,
between waking and coffee,
each stroke of the sledgehammer,
the
clank of chains,
behind the cubicle, the florescent lights,
the
headache, bumper to bumper, the boredom,
red
eyes and swollen joints, among the faxes, in back rooms,
down empty halls, between bitter words, vows of
vengeance,
the
husband's angry slap, in the eyes of
children,
around each corner, under every rock,
each tear, each drop of blood,
every cell of every body every moment, every
day
And
we always have the choice…to follow
THE
VERY AIR
The
very air is fecund with ideas…
They grow thick on the vines of the wind,
Wafting their perfume in your
nostrils,
Brushing across your body,
Their skin against yours,
Their fingers playing with the buttons of
your
Imagination, slowly undressing your
mind.
Their lips are pressed up against your
ear,
saying "Taste me."
Go
on, take a deeper breath.
PEANUT BUTTER
I
love peanut butter
Like Socrates loved wisdom
I
love peanut butter
Like dolphins love the ocean,
Like flowers love the rain,
Like sadists and masochists love
pain…
Like a mother the child
Like a grizzly the wide-open wild—no,
wait—
I'm
understating it—
I
love peanut butter like mountains love
clouds!
Like rivers love the sea,
Like poets, poetry,
Like my ego…ME
And
don't ask me how I love honey and
bread—
I
love honey and bread like the earth loves the
dead
Like cement loves the form,
Like the normal, the norm—
Like sand loves the stone,
And
sinew loves bone
And
butter—don’t get me started on butter
I
love butter like the wind loves trees
Like flowers love bees!
Like the cock loves the morn,
And
the scarecrow the corn,
Like the doe loves her fawn
And
the day loves the dawn
Like cheese loves macaroni
And
lingam loves yoni
Mmmmm… butter
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