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***BIO*** The poet Spiel is a tight-wired maverick painting naked word portraits of humankind, thin-layering its hirsute beastiness and, on rare occasion, revealing its humanity in scores of independent press publications. His often iconoclastic poetry of conflict, his profoundly human short stories, his seductive spoken word recordings and his astute bits of visual art appear both online and on the printed page throughout the world.
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brando wasn’t it
by Spiel
              you are not too old
to remember
& yeah the two of you
in front of a huge stucco house
                             just like that one on camera
& yeah the flash
of that young pouty face
could be brando
because you were just the right age
                                   back then
& hanging out in the right places
& knew all the right people
& you were one of the rarest
of his few
                                          weren’t you?
but it seems like you had blond hair
when you ripped your teeth
into the hair of his breasts

then with the most sensitive side
of your tongue skidded downwards
thru his brittle garden
to his birthingplace
& into that rich black mass—
that waterfront forest so dense
not even the sparkle
of your eyes could shine
but you could bite there
to tear at it

then rise
with your teeth full of its crop
then force open the jut of his jaw
with your own bristled chin
to transplant his stuff
upon his hard tongue

just as the lens here & now
gives up the one glimpse
which allows you to believe
each time you replay it
of course it is brando
& maybe you did have blond hair
when you were there
                             just as you are here with him
                                                                       now
                                                         ripping into him
                                                                        now
                                                          & dripping

or                                                                             
                                                        wait
might that blonde be                            james dean
with his teeth bearing hair             his jaw stubbled                  
so be it best that you loop it again                         &
over again                                          drip-dribbling
as you are        & over      & no          
                               you
                                                                  are not too old…
& yeah…the two of you
          …& that same stucco house…
              
…& that…same…pouty…face…
June 2007
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