Submissions by AtticusAbbey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I also write under the name, Adagio
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2022 6:16pm
1st Aug 2022 6:16pm
Lipping Sumac
I talk to books and motes,
in meditation, it floats.
Dogeared among the dead.
As the ghost of mama listens
behind the spines of ignorance
boasting of Charles Baudelaire.
It's not central to the conversation,
just an affirmation of the madness
with my Alice Blue Gown.
Now there is a gal with bones
sticking to everything,
a little bit short in her lace
but a face to die for.
Yesterday's teapot,
today is a rodeo.
Lipping sumac
with only gums to smack.
in meditation, it floats.
Dogeared among the dead.
As the ghost of mama listens
behind the spines of ignorance
boasting of Charles Baudelaire.
It's not central to the conversation,
just an affirmation of the madness
with my Alice Blue Gown.
Now there is a gal with bones
sticking to everything,
a little bit short in her lace
but a face to die for.
Yesterday's teapot,
today is a rodeo.
Lipping sumac
with only gums to smack.
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2022 5:28pm
31st Jul 2022 5:28pm
Get Off My Fritos
I felt a crescendo, touching scraps of Fritos
in constrati, of life's little teapot whistling
with a one-string band, Goodbye! testicles
even short men can have a Fido
Hello! Mandy
Let's hear it for the mad man!
going obscene in his Cheerios
but there is time for his Maybelline
even with the high cost of gasoline
last night a lonely bird with pickled testicles
tonight a turd listening to Rue Paul
without a roux to sling by
getting off on Fritos
Hello! Mandy
in constrati, of life's little teapot whistling
with a one-string band, Goodbye! testicles
even short men can have a Fido
Hello! Mandy
Let's hear it for the mad man!
going obscene in his Cheerios
but there is time for his Maybelline
even with the high cost of gasoline
last night a lonely bird with pickled testicles
tonight a turd listening to Rue Paul
without a roux to sling by
getting off on Fritos
Hello! Mandy
#philosophical
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2022 5:34pm
29th Jul 2022 5:34pm
Lemons
We were young but had lemons
in dreams of a courtyard
with trees of yellows
and passions smiles
with life's sweet lemonade
stirring yesterday's sugar
into a foggy glass pitcher
filled to the rim
in love's condensation
we were young but had lemons
in dreams of a courtyard
with trees of yellows
and passions smiles
with life's sweet lemonade
stirring yesterday's sugar
into a foggy glass pitcher
filled to the rim
in love's condensation
we were young but had lemons
#romantic
612 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2022 11:37pm
27th Jul 2022 11:37pm
Redneck Drag Queen
How to stuff an eggplant,
first, put it in the garage
with its Harley
to soak overnight.
Give it a bag of Cheetos
and the TV remote
plus, a new pair of hose.
Last week
he was the Lone Ranger
but no stranger than Pop Rocks.
He is a redneck, stupid,
and not a Drag Queen
I take that back,
maybe he is.
first, put it in the garage
with its Harley
to soak overnight.
Give it a bag of Cheetos
and the TV remote
plus, a new pair of hose.
Last week
he was the Lone Ranger
but no stranger than Pop Rocks.
He is a redneck, stupid,
and not a Drag Queen
I take that back,
maybe he is.
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2022 9:29pm
27th Jul 2022 9:29pm
Egos
My darkness is not suited for innuendos
or weeds that spread empty pollen
feeling the need to banter a read
in order to feed an ego
my words come from within my mind
at times a loose cannon, taking a shine
to a hanging goiter, not claiming to be Poe
but the test is in who I am dealing with...
perhaps, unhappy personalities
or weeds that spread empty pollen
feeling the need to banter a read
in order to feed an ego
my words come from within my mind
at times a loose cannon, taking a shine
to a hanging goiter, not claiming to be Poe
but the test is in who I am dealing with...
perhaps, unhappy personalities
#philosophical
450 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2022 3:01pm
27th Jul 2022 3:01pm
I Hate Glutes
No more glutes or beanie weenies
I'm swinging for the fences
It's only me, folks! Breaking my yokes,
with I's in the heels spelled with a double E.
Cashing in and sipping a Slurpee
with a homegrown philosophy
that I call, "iHam," gluten-free"
Hamming what iHam on the keyboard
listing to BS on the media
as the world is out of Pablum
and politicians break our back
But there are bullets for guns
and Funyuns for all you fools
who make fun of God
...
I'm swinging for the fences
It's only me, folks! Breaking my yokes,
with I's in the heels spelled with a double E.
Cashing in and sipping a Slurpee
with a homegrown philosophy
that I call, "iHam," gluten-free"
Hamming what iHam on the keyboard
listing to BS on the media
as the world is out of Pablum
and politicians break our back
But there are bullets for guns
and Funyuns for all you fools
who make fun of God
...
#philosophical
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jul 2022 1:28pm
27th Jul 2022 1:28pm
Life Is BS and Madness
Surrounded by bowties
in my mind's sauce
sometimes Tabasco
often pot pie
and music piped in
rising in elevator shoes
to give a peep
something I wrote
from my mustard jar
a far laugh from tattoos
of ilk and madmen
with the umpteenth wings
more often than a knot
in my bigbog blues
slogging, in dark's frying pan
pimping for oysters
listening to, "C.C. Rider"
and my Jenny Jenny
over the rainbow in my funk
it's only for a moment, folks
snapping your nappies ...
in my mind's sauce
sometimes Tabasco
often pot pie
and music piped in
rising in elevator shoes
to give a peep
something I wrote
from my mustard jar
a far laugh from tattoos
of ilk and madmen
with the umpteenth wings
more often than a knot
in my bigbog blues
slogging, in dark's frying pan
pimping for oysters
listening to, "C.C. Rider"
and my Jenny Jenny
over the rainbow in my funk
it's only for a moment, folks
snapping your nappies ...
#philosophical
499 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Jul 2022 3:43pm
26th Jul 2022 3:43pm
Howdy Doody Time
It's Howdy Doody time boys and girls
don't let my dark go unanswered
in death's addiction to The Apostles
twilight will do the heavy lifting
decked out in my polyester
echoing the digester, Flub-A-Dub
standing on the sidelines
as the haunted house gets rough
flipping the finger to Buffalo Bob
part-time preacher, part-time huckster
it's Howdy Doody time boys and girls
Welcome, to my world of radio...
want you to come on in
don't let my dark go unanswered
in death's addiction to The Apostles
twilight will do the heavy lifting
decked out in my polyester
echoing the digester, Flub-A-Dub
standing on the sidelines
as the haunted house gets rough
flipping the finger to Buffalo Bob
part-time preacher, part-time huckster
it's Howdy Doody time boys and girls
Welcome, to my world of radio...
want you to come on in
#dark
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2022 12:33pm
26th Jul 2022 12:33pm
In Time, Frozen Cello
In time, frozen cello
melancholia in my pale
a Don Quixote of verses
of archives in my mind
as death is being harvested
with sadness in my heart
listening to a whisper of windmill
as sorrows of the world begin
melancholia in my pale
a Don Quixote of verses
of archives in my mind
as death is being harvested
with sadness in my heart
listening to a whisper of windmill
as sorrows of the world begin
#spiritual
490 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2022 1:16am
26th Jul 2022 1:16am
Bitched Slapped
Bitched Slapped in my togethers
alone in my trailer with my heshe
crawdads hiding shoeless in the rain
feeling my okra feeling no pain
listening to the minnows
fried tomatoes drive me insane
gotta' love a redneck and a Harley
watching TV sitting in a La-Z-Boy
but tattoos are the game
light in my hush puppies
up to ass in guppies
alone in my trailer with my heshe
alone in my trailer with my heshe
crawdads hiding shoeless in the rain
feeling my okra feeling no pain
listening to the minnows
fried tomatoes drive me insane
gotta' love a redneck and a Harley
watching TV sitting in a La-Z-Boy
but tattoos are the game
light in my hush puppies
up to ass in guppies
alone in my trailer with my heshe
#philosophical
297 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2022 8:25pm
25th Jul 2022 8:25pm
Today's Ghost
Yesterday's wine becomes today's ghost
torn to shreds ripped apart in bed
wearing the mask of my death
giving birth to Hell's surrender
Now my sunshine shines no more
eating dark's Filet Mignon
but in silence, I seek
O lonesome blood
From the heights of my insanity
over the sheer cliff into the abyss
yesterday's wine becomes today's ghost
torn to shreds ripped apart in bed
torn to shreds ripped apart in bed
wearing the mask of my death
giving birth to Hell's surrender
Now my sunshine shines no more
eating dark's Filet Mignon
but in silence, I seek
O lonesome blood
From the heights of my insanity
over the sheer cliff into the abyss
yesterday's wine becomes today's ghost
torn to shreds ripped apart in bed
#dark
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