Remembering Duke
With his eternal music
Conserved for us all in
The clouds of the stratosphere
The virtual world forever.
Dreaming of a dance
That Ana did for me as a
Slow sensual striptease
With glowing intensity
Crawling below my skin
Made me melt like wax.
Having seen my writing
Of Christo wrapping the
Modern art museum
The Tate gallery in London
Where Duke’s piano had
Been exhibited
Wrapped in silver foil.
Ana unwrapped the piano
And Duke’s music filled the
Room in an atmosphere of
Clouds
Floating around a denuded
Ana.
With the intonation of
Take the A-train
All images changed suddenly
And I was travelling on
A space ship toward Ana’s
Star.
STAR.RATS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.