Poet: Jay Passer, San Francisco, CA
Small Doggies Single Poem Feature #5: Jay Passer, San Francisco, CA
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Marco Polo
I am a conduit between a horse and God
I take the bus between my stomach and yours
Your scent bottled and sold for a thousand miles an hour
Straight from the stables you sit for a spell
I feast on the scent of Orion in your navel
Following a sure path from the gas pump to the oasis
I am a contemplative beast before the slaughter
Vegetable remains distributed amidst bovine nomenclature
Spleen rises in the esophagus of supernova
I am dire research accomplished in the bowels of the Earth
I notate the variables and ascertain the inconsistencies
I rise like a gas or magma or volleys of light
I am ore in the vein of an unexplored expedition
Take a minute for siesta on our way to the corral
Mount me sure and steady and try not to spook me
Try not to traverse the heavens only to wake up in chains
A hint of cinnamon a dash of cardamom a tincture of opium
Hidden under the saddle your works mingle with mine
Our blood mingles under Orion and the ocean wide
We climax in time for the season finale
Curtains on opus operandi
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Jay Passer is a pizza cook. Two chapbooks of his work are forthcoming in 2012: Only Human By Definition from Crisis Chronicles Press, and At The End Of The Street from Corrupt Press. He is a native of San Francisco.