Five Being for Ten at the New Afterlife Club

by Darryl Price




We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV sold us;

with smiles we set out towards our matching to end up the same stories. That's just 

the way it goes, until it always rains or shines

from some different direction. Staying together is harder than ever,

but everyone knows the magnetic smooch inside will always point you north.  

What we tend to do is disbelieve this smack to the

chest over time. You've got to listen hard again. Try a

different hearing flower, just for fun. Every fingertip sparks

a revolution in the head, just like the one you

dreamed of so long ago, and brings back your inner flow.


When your need was for nothing you got exactly what

you needed, but newer clouds never stopped asking. The singing sun

tips his flames to your lips in a moment's notice.

Even rain-drops are willing to bean bounce along the truest

feelings you've got ready, but it's up to you to  

be clear about your intentions. Nothing's going to happen unless

you mean it. The awakened ones have used this ancient medicine

many times to keep certain mountains from floating off into

space. Now it's your turn. Will you turn small birds upside-

down or keep fair lakes everywhere at an even keel?


You aren't here to just sit around. These chairs are

only temporary. They belong to the model kit, but disappear

as soon as you get up to dance. Then it's

all skeletons and muscle and nerves looping themselves around your

spirit like noodles. The broth is in the air waves. You

can't help but be contained by it. But even that sure 

statistic is not all you were meant to perform. There's

another potential room you must enter at your own time and place.

There you will answer your own questions or blink out

forever.  No one ever gets to pretend the risk isn't real at the end.


But that's not a test you need take every minute of every day.

It doesn't matter if you pass or fail because you

pass if you take it. And you will. That's not

the path. That's not even near the map. Paradise is just 

boring as hell. When you've got blood you've got the right 

key. Take each other along. That's the thing you are always 

waiting for. That's the light in the eye that you remember

setting down somewhere inside a lost dream. That's the sign. That's  a

song with a tender strength to its gunnery growl.  The sword, man.

That's the alignment. The pyramid. The last missing perfect piece


of an obvious puzzle.  Notice who you are with. These

are not random atoms smashing about on your particular plate,mate,

like fireworks on fire. These are your arms, your toes.

They may look like different lives, but they're all one

being. That's why beer is so important. That's why bread

is so important. That's why poetry is so important. That's

the meaning of talk. A mother's hum is at the  

same frequency everywhere. Ears prick up. We are alive together.

When you war against us you're disappearing up your

own nostrils. We'd surely rather embrace your starry, starry out fields.


Darryl Price              Sunday, February 3, 2013