The Stars Jest




I hired a hooker
just to talk
of things profound
innately known
like, which hand dominates
with finesse and skill

To know another
(in a way not quite mutual)
mild puzzled humor
at my questions of need
and the trading
of energy-
the escape
of calories
and loss

Ideas less than thought
foundations for card houses
and glass
sanctuaries-
the clarity of an empty
dark well
drowning
your voice

The stars only whisper
your name in jest-
the real you
would never hear








Poetry by kyew
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 09:12

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Kathy Lockhart
there is loneliness here and a searching for contentment. Well developed poem that leaves me thinking beyond the written word.
2007-03-05



The stars do have a habit of messing with our minds, the moon does the same to me. I liked the poem, these lines stood out for me,

'which hand dominates
with finesse and skill

to know another
(in a way not quite mutual)

I don't think you would be the first man to hire a hooker for chat!

Welcome to the bay,

Smiling in my own sweet way,

Tai
2007-03-05