Calesthinics Week 8

Reorienting language with a title that works against a poem was a suggestion made at one of our last class meetings. I took this poem from an earlier draft on my blog and did that with some suggestions from Dr. Davidson. I do not know if we have gotten far enough off subject but the poem certainly changes with this very simple exercise. Changing a title and the language of a poem is easily done when the poem has been deferred long enough, and does not involve to much because language.

The Lover

You want the rainbow, but my moon won't relent.
So we are up all night with good company,
a blue dog beer and our cliff-hanger.

we recline through trite vampires and werewolves.
rough times now become the smiling fantasies
of you, and the gentle moon shape shifts

into the fieriest of night lights, howling.

You are galvanic with the reinvention of dark youth,
to take under, and exhaust me is possible while,
brushing off my intellect, the old soggy leather
brain, you are guiltless, knowing all the restless
are peaceful (in bed).