Thursday, July 17, 2014

Knuckles in the Dirt




We went to Florence and waited for the DJ to drop the needle
though I almost lost my head waiting for that shit to start
and after 10 minutes he put on a sad song
said it's too lavish for the kids at heart
so sip ya champagne and reminisce about the times
you wish you could change but thankfully
Boboli Gardens is where I left my heart
so let's search for it
where I left my heart

let's water the flowers in expensive suits
and get our hands dirty
run across the primary axis
while tracking mud in our dress shoes
life only grows in the soil of insecurity
like a diamond straight from the mines
put directly on ya ring finger
we went from friends to lovers
outdoor museums to hangin from
roman sculptures
I let go and fell from heaven
because I know you care
that's why we don't care
and lastnight
got me dreadin our last night

we made in Florence
we made in Florence
what we made in Florence
Boboli gardens
where I left my heart
so let's search for it



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37 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles....def search for it...i like the wild abandon of running the axis...without care that our good shoes are getting muddy... life only grows in the soil of insecurity, like a diamond straight from the mines, is my fav line...it bears the weight of truth...you had rather a wild time in boboli gardens...ha

Claudia said...

haha...that is way cool...and def. search for that heart... i love the rap style and energy of this anthony...what a cool bunch of poets we are...

Mary said...

I would say that Boboli Gardens would be a beautiful place to leave one's heart....and then to return again to search for it!

Glenn Buttkus said...

You are a perfect example, brother, of how we poets roll; wherever we find ourselves, we can't escape ourselves--& that is the sweet irony & wonder of such an event; makes me want to ravage the Lotto, & make this zany shit happen for real.

howanxious said...

My favorite bit:
"life only grows in the soil of insecurity
like a diamond straight from the mines"
There is that feel of openness in your words which I really like. Well-penned. :-)
-HA

Kate Mia said...

OH how i love everything Boboli associated..particularly of times before..in Renaissance true art of human being..and your words here take me to that desire to simply be a FREE HUMAN BEING!2..SMILES..and have a great Ball of life!

Myrna R. said...

I think the lines about the soil of insecurity is everyone's favorite. Maybe because you struck the cord of truth. We're all a little insecure. Because you're a student of human nature, you're a wonderful poet. I sure enjoyed this.

Linda said...

I like the dress shoes in the mud. Live! Enjoy life! And do find your heart again. :)

Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said...

The line that struck me most: life only grows in the soil of insecurity.
Your very distinct voice emerges clearly and powerfully in this, Anthony. Now let's go and look for that heart...although I suspect it's right there in your poetic words.

notenoughpoetry.com said...

Cool tune Tony, lots of cool images, I like the refrains, tracking mud in our dress shoes. Life is a party.

Heaven said...

Sure, why not ~ I love the entire read Anthony, it sizzles ~

Grace

Susan said...

"I let go and fell from heaven"
See what happens when you let go your heart? The night is long, so be careful, you hear? And if you have as little restraint as this poem promises, we'll pick you up, dry and dust you off, and help you find that heart in the morning.

charliezero1 said...

Awesome! writing my friend.

You are a pure soul for this world and you inspire us all to grow and create.

Beautifully my friend. :)

Wolfsrosebud said...

loved how this came back around... and watering the flowers in expensive suits brought about a reality to what's important

Nara Malone said...

Gotta love a love song. Really loved these line: we went from friends to lovers
outdoor museums to hangin from
roman sculptures

The whole journey. It sings itself to me when I read it.

Dawn Paoletta said...

Oh, such bittersweet meet. May as well search while it's still light. ANd since we're her anyway.

ayala said...

Great lines! Love it, Anthony.

Beachanny said...

I'm game if you are - I bet it's in the maze - beating on its own. Who, who who who you gonna give it to - while the stars shine, the arias play, and the boats circle the pond. We can see the Arno and the Duomo from the top of the hill - I'll race you!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this, Anthony! It was a Trip!

mrs mediocrity said...

oh my, what a delicious rhythm this has... and such intense emotion, really powerful.

" let's water the flowers in expensive suits
and get our hands dirty "

yes, let's!

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

life only grows in the soil of insecurity . . . simply love that line

RMP said...

I thoroughly enjoyed hearing you read this. I'm up for searching...even if it's through mud, though I believe I may have lost my shoes in the mud...

vivinfrance said...

This is so sad - all the pub regulars are joyful and excited but you are searching for your lost heart. I hope you find it.

Anthony Desmond said...

This poem is actually about having a rebellious and amazing time in boboli gardens with a special person; *searching for my heart* is a way of saying I don't want to leave that wonderful place.

Sumana Roy said...

I love the energy of the poem cupping the great truth of life's being a multifaceted gem...

Gabriella said...

I agree that when we have a wonderful time somewhere with very special people, or that very special person, and then look back on it, it feels like we left our heart there. Well-expressed, Anthony!

thecourseofourseasons.com said...

such a moving expression of friendship / relationship - 'I let go and fell from heaven because I know you care' beautiful poem for the party and the anniversary - K

Arathi Harihar said...

search it anthony....beautiful poetry..:)

Moonie said...

you always can say it like no other, Anthony!

Jeff said...

Great rhythm and feeling in this--nicely done!

Ginny Brannan said...

Wow, definitely some great rhythm and imagery going on in this. So many lines I like, these my favorite:

'let's water the flowers in expensive suits
and get our hands dirty
run across the primary axis
while tracking mud in our dress shoes
life only grows in the soil of insecurity'

Liked this a lot!

Truedessa said...

Well, I say you always have to find those pieces of yourself
to help make yourself whole..really nice flow it just rolled off my
tongue as I read..

Cressida de Nova said...

I don't mind watering the plants in my ball gown but I'm not treking through mud...From now on my ball experience is going to be mud free:)

Marina Sofia said...

This does sound like a dance - and what's interesting is that it put me in mind of a minuet... with rap elements.

michaelt said...

Great location Anthony, great night of fun and verse.

manicddaily said...

You have made Florence rather a rap center. Very fun. Thanks. k.

Other Mary said...

You gotta get your hands dirty. Good luck finding that heart of yours. And, thanks for the visit. Cheers Anthony.