(a poem about the moving (disturbing?) artwork above)


 “I Play My Kokopelli Flute”        

 I play my kokopelli flute        

 I point it at me          

 I have a great eye        

 For I to see. 

 My pants are long        

 Three squiggles they        

 In zigzagging white madness        

 Above my knees.        

 My feet are far        

 Below my waist        

 My hair too long        

 They’ve been replaced        

 With twigs 
 Or Slim Jims 
 I don't know.        

 But I am happy        

 In my trance        

 I am dancing        

 My hunchback dance        

 On my pointy background.        

 I am an idol        

 A voodoo fixture        

 My creator named me        

 The ‘Kokopelli Trickster’
 And used me for his front doormat.       

 I’ll get him for that. 

 Don't leave your footprint 
 On my flute 
 You'd better take an alternate route 

 I'll invade your dreams 

 And dance and toot  

 And you'll become the Kokopelli Trickster!  

 wbiro        

 A Poem on art.
 inspired by artwork by allpoetry's Bohb
Not a silly piece, but a deep intellectual piece on Hopi Indian culture!
Ko-ko-pel-li
(kô kô pel´ lê) n. {der. Hopi "kokopilau" (koko = wood, pilau = hump)}
the humpbacked Flute Player, mythical Hopi symbol of fertility,
replenishment, music, dance, and mischief.

Especially mischief.

and I thought he made all this up!