Daphne auf Yupo - Daphne on Yupo 32 x 22 cm by Karin Goeppert |
GRUNT
You didn’t
actually jump
out of an
airplane, you merely shuffled
till you ran
out of floor, then you were
out there
banging along the “skin”
of the
aircraft, paralyzed
by a panic of
such sublimity you’re unable
to remember
what it felt like, silk opening
more or
less horizontally,
saved
again.
You hit the
sand, brushed off,
took a
leak, moved on to the tree line, shot an
azimuth—a
compass reading, not a local animal—
even so you
often got lost
in some awful
swamp at Fort Polk, Louisiana,
in the poison
ivy of Fort Benning, Georgia,
in the
Columbian girls of the Canal Zone
at
ten-bucks a pop the best bargain in town
got lost in
them too, lost among civilians
at the
National Gallery in D.C. who mocked you when
much too wasted
on Mexican weed and Southern Comfort
and
something else which, symptomatically enough, you don’t
remember, you
looked at the pictures too up close and
slipped
through the cracks of badly restored Old Masters
or the girl
in Carmel who once said, unhappily, disgustedly
even, “Are
you lost? I didn’t know people like you came here.”
Dazed and Confused - Led Zeppelin
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