The Road Much Traveled

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The Road Much Traveled
Joanie Fritz Zosike
Nov. 16, 2012
Van Nuys, CA

I went to Atlanta to try and find Santa

He’d flown to Bhopal to hang out with RuPaul

Without further delay I set course for Cathay

Meanwhile in Dubai, the Dow goes awry

But since I’m a taxpayer in nearby Eritrea

I go for a prance in striped pants off to France

Wind up on an altar in the Strait of Gibralter

I dump a used gun when I fly back to Houston

Pick up a gas can as I race through Iran

It’s too nuts in Jordan to find an accordion

So I buy a brassiere in exotic Kashmir

Old London looks good, it’s my fave neighborhood

And it sure beats Myanmar if you’re buying a sitar

Sweet New Orleans beckons for a couple of seconds

And I eat pecan pie, oh, let’s say, in Ohio

I get somewhat whorey approaching Pretoria

The march strains my neck, I detour to Quebec

By way of Romania, despite all the pain…yeah

Should see the Sahara with my friend, MacNamara

Though I hear bands are zanier in mad Transylvania

Get my butt wrecked in Utrecht, which I find highly suspect

Why, in Vienna, can I not find some henna

When I travel to Warsaw, I could never have foresaw

There’s so much to do in Kublai Khan’s Xanadu

Well, it beats going bonkers in the city of Yonkers

End up rocking the Casbah in spicy Zanzibar

What? No moral? No plot? This could get me shot

For the crime of ubiquity veiled thinly from A to Z

In a way, it’s pathetic, but at least…alphabetic

Imagine the bog if ya’all was chronological

Please spare me the schism of your algorithm

It’s best, when you travel, to let the pathway unravel

You don’t need a pin code when you’re out on the road

At Last She…

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At Last She…

Gone in search of a Happy Ending

Her drawn out upstream salmon tussle is

To have done with struggle, she’s ripe for

Ounces soft and mushy of sweetened

Rind in coconut

Been a long and snaky escapade

Hardly a formal setting, more a sinking

Combed into arranged extension toward

That celestial stranger hand so tender

Human wise and mild

Feels him in her darkened eyes screwed tight

Ectoplasm through the curtains, sheathed in

Moonshine, tendrils ‘round breadth entwined

His certainty of thankful gratuity inspires

Kisses without end

Easy come and complicated spent

Oh to enter whole and disentangle

Auburn locks and ashen bone intact

Panther slinks away from her immersion

Her sunblocked Happy Leap

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Pantoum of Atonement, Variation 2

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Pantoum of Atonement, Variation 2

My ugly, my bad, my shame, my sad
Thoughts emerge; sharp fiendish secrets
Reveal vulgar truths whorishly unclad
Reason bent in measured meekness

Horrid tongues divulge fiendish secrets
Unseen, queerly masked in molten lava
Melted and bent in watchful meekness
Fossilized deception hides vena cava

Heed abounding enigmatic lava
Subterfuge seep away, uncontrolled
Cryptic ground masks the cryptic saga
Churlish yarn hisses hemorrhaged gold

Blunt ruse bleeds, wildly uncontrolled
In a furtive, joyful, persistent hiss
A torrid tale oozes clotted mould
Firm voice drives fiendish fire from bliss

Three canine heads convene to reminisce
On a feline court where Demeter demurs
Lyncus’ lynx eyes smash dark Cerberus
The transformed Keeper of Secrets purrs

In Ovid’s tale, Hades’ guard demurs
King Lycus spies lies of a feline sleuth
Prescient dogs wolf down Cerberus’ furs
Molten tales hold untold glowing truth

The enigma bared by Ovid’s sleuth?
Not a mystery nor secret to be had
Unseen scarab scurries from the truth
Hides my ugly, my bad, my shame, my sad

Argento’s Envy

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Argento’s Envy

I’d have one of them tongue piercings, sure
With that cool silver ball—if I was twenty
When I spy the smooth grey nub of metal pleasure
I imagine it must stimulate folks plenty

I delight in how denuded cheek-pinch lewd
A silver bullet can so brazenly present
The story of sexual ardor, or King of the Jews
Minutely written in its hoary flagrance

I stare with bald desire at what time can’t assuage
This cybernetic tripwire so sequestered
My Bohemian longing unbecoming of this stage
By smoke and whiskey, tongue forever blistered

—Joanie Fritz Zosike
New York, December 30, 2011

The Road Much Traveled

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I went to Atlanta to try and find Santa
He’d flown to Bhopal to hang out with RuPaul
Without further delay I set course for Cathay
Meanwhile in Dubai, the Dow goes awry
But since I’m a taxpayer in nearby Eritrea
I go for a prance in striped pants off to France
Wind up on an altar in the Strait of Gibralter
I toss a used gun and fly back to Houston
Pick up a gas can as I race through Iran
It’s too nuts in Jordan to find an accordion
So I buy a brassiere in exotic Kashmir
Old London looks good, it’s my fave neighborhood
And it sure beats Myanmar if you’re buying a sitar
Sweet New Orleans beckons for a couple of seconds
And I eat pecan pie, oh, let’s say, in Ohio
I get somewhat whorey approaching Pretoria
The march strains my neck, I detour to Quebec
By way of Romania, despite all the pain…yeah
Should see the Sahara with my friend, MacNamara
Though I hear bands are zanier in mad Transylvania
Get my butt wrecked in Utrecht, which I find highly suspect
Why, in Vienna, can I not find some henna
When I travel to Warsaw, I could never have foresaw
There’s so much to do in Kublai Khan’s Xanadu
Well, it beats going bonkers in the city of Yonkers
End up rocking the Casbah in spicy Zanzibar

What? No moral? No plot? This could get me shot
For crimes of ubiquity veiled thinly from A to Z
In a way, it’s pathetic, but at least…alphabetic
Imagine the bog if ya’all was chronological
Please spare me the schism of your algorithm
It’s best, when you travel, to let the path unravel
You don’t need a pin code when you’re out on the road

-—Joanie Fritz Zosike

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