People Poems · PHOTO-0825

Elevator Technician Man in Repose (GUITAR)

Original typewriter poem by Chris the Poet

Original typewritten page for Elevator Technician Man in Repose (GUITAR) by Chris the Poet

Transcription

" 2. ae ae Boicage eae SU RTaRY N ) Ce ee Sa tere a a Sas el erat Jaunty yard man of the later day, boots and belts of the early day Keni ng echo of 8 hour clenched jaw, brow, bent mornings Wrangling ° amimal machine, resistance pulleys, pound capacities, fine toathea surgical tools for electrical current procedures, foneTecnea swap shop butchery for dings and dings , souring elevey ons and ae, decensions, crossing through domestic through office of Cinderbeast lass cruel steel-~ But jacntem in the yard, cradling home guitar, Soaring stationary through bench-table breezes , where men cam be boys, making them men again, how they ought to be, 6vulsing the trying, indifferent mug . from his duty mouth and eyee with bravekind effluences of string- c air that go dowm easy im thirsty ears like rum of the cane, gentlg aged, 1t"s 5 @ clock here now all over and around us raining, afternoon arias of raindrizzle beating tim roof like steel Grums: laze, beauti fu lazy brown dog man with pregnant eyes: of latent love now, scaming for friends in every sighing body in deserved repose, taking their vay between the lat and the 15th as ticklingerepuscular palm-frond latticed rays, the twilight Supper thawing our officecommercialpark F stoned-over skins hides touch the good people with your singsong cantos whimpering love from your ticklish chim sermonize to my follicles raising to receive your well-wishing wing press your gale beneath our wings sing sing sing strumming summer's encore a true American international anthem holding that bone shrapnel or veiny green pic between two fingers finger thumb music one and one. 0 Ne a