A woman contemplates how her life’s ambitions have seemed to mature as she sits alone on her back porch.
Morning Sex & Blueberry Pancakes could easily be described as poetic leftovers. The poem crafted from scraps, nearly discarded verse edited from a longer wordier poem, while the film itself is a remix project taken from black and white public domain T.V. commercials, assumed to be produced in the 60s and early 70s.
On May 4th 2013 Morning Sex will make its big screen debut at The Body Electric Poetry Film Festival to take place at the Lyric Cinema Cafe in Fort Collins, Colorado. The event, hosted and directed by Perkins, will be Colorado’s first poetry film festival and will feature poets and filmmakers from all over the world.
Morning Sex & Blueberry Pancakes from R.W. Perkins on Vimeo.
She sees it now,
passing her by,
morning sex and blueberry pancakes
those candy apple red convertible days,
a blond haired fable,
a long trip to mexico
fucking a brand name existence
with a bad sunburn.
She lit a light some called caveat
and rode destiny bareback with a smile.
She sought after a love, knowing of its half truths
she dreamed of changing the ways behind a bellicose gaze,
in hopes that someday it would go as easy as day trip to have a big brunch.
Her mimosa moments
are lipstick stained with hairy knuckles
and old versions of how things ought to be.
She once waited for perfection
and recalls only
a narrow waisted thrust,
she has since switched to drinking Manhattans.
She used to dread the thought of a life arranging fingerfoods,
long rides to short farewells,
becoming a future that flickers beige and eggshell white,
a cliché cautionary tale.
She thought it would feel like giving up
to simplify her ambitions.
Now, she is alone on her back porch,
in a big garden,
wondering if someday she will need
a 76 cent stamp.
