Zelda dreamt of Axl Rose this weekend. And the setting of this dream, Dearest Reader, was the church from the Most Fashionable Music Video of All Time, “November Rain.” This, Most Fashionable Reader, was most certainly a sign. It was a sign that Zelda should post Part the First of an epic N+7 + Other Edits Zelda Feels Are Appropriate at the Time she has been working on since the beginning of FaOuLiPoWriMoFa (Fashionable Oulipo Writing Month of Fashion).
This epic poem is not completed, and Zelda hopes with all hope that it will not go the way of the Guns ‘N Roses album Chinese Democracy, which has been in the works for around 14 years now. But Zelda is posting Part the First, for she is loving the fact that there is a slender-bodied dragonfly in it.
November Raincoat
When I look into visual images that are
superficially attractive and entertaining
but intellectually undemanding, I can see
a love child restrained. But when I hold
the long, slender-bodied dragonfly —
don’t you know I feel?
Because notion lasts forever, and we both
know broken hearts can change, and it’s hard
to hold an evergreen tree while you’re in a cold
November raincoat. We’ve been through this —
that long, long timothy grass, that grass
widely grown for grazing and hay — just trying
to kill the painted bunting, but low-borns
always come, and low-borns always go,
and no one’s really sure who’s letting go
today, walking away. If we could take
the timothy grass and lay it
on the lingerer, I could rest my health
just knowing that you were mine. So if you want
to love me, then don’t refrain from that long,
slender-bodied dragonfly — or I’ll just end
up walking in a cold November raincoat.
Do you need do you
need everybody
needs don’t you know
you need
I know it’s hard to keep an open heart
broken when even frigates seem out
to harm you, but if you could heal
a broken, a heartbroken — sometimes
I need sometimes
I need everybody needs
don’t you know you
need
And when your feats subside and the shag
carpets still remain, I know that you can
love me when there’s no one left
to blame. So never mind the ryegrass,
we still can find a we. But nothing lasts —