Extensions of Crash - Strophes For Frieda Kahlo
As with love, also the bellows.
Strophe 1
She could not stop there,
had to flare out, dry paint,
and the dryer flesh peel down
to bone, a sexless esqueleto*,
skull no longer mustached,
a calavera**, nothing more,
curved calcium reliant forever
upon canvas, what is congealed
there to fan and burn,
a 'cauda pavonis'**.
*Skeleton
**Skull
***Pea cock's Tail (an image in alchemy)
Strophe 2
Calavera, the Future stands
hand to mouth, fingers to forehead
unfolding before still instatic shapes.
Hold desperately to frames before
these quaking perceptions.
Strophe 3
To come to terms
with what happens
repeatedly -
16 years of age,
piercing metal violates
flesh newly woman,
turns into something
utterly astonished,
livid, unforgiving pain
burns to vapor, yet,
still, each canvas,
ever falling backward
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poem by Warren Falcon
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