“You can’t write the clear biography
Jim Harrison
of the aches and pains inside your skull”
You said I was a fabulous, talking head espousing excitation in sparkling conversation the way a fountain makes so much of things with only stale, still waters to pump around in circles How else could I have staged that one man curtain raiser? cast as an ageing poster girl hanging out to dry edgy and downtown from some soapy operetta a Pygmalion perhaps with an off-stage phantom chiseller Only later did I go down blind, a rush of blood and seeing stars pasty on an upturned billboard- yet still I never swooned preferring nightmare rides, sweating bareback rat-a-tat tatting at all the eaves dropper's doors Abstemious now, it's plain to see the topsy-turvy blood lines how the vessels track polarity from heart to head in pain pumping, throbbing, aching - so it never was a lovesong after all just a somewhat niggly migraine wrought by the jangle of June And these few lines - not even enough for a billet doux Phew! we've left no earth shattering volumes to misconstrue
One that never quite made it to Jilly’s pick of Jim Harrison quotes but have revived it now without too much of a headache for Poetry Pantry
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