Submissions by Jestalessa
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Someone that writes on & off, in a conglomoration of past, present, fiction, & non, often in one piece... as we do. [:
Mr. Currie
A living made by service-
tools of warmth
his island wares,
he swings
bags of pebbled ancience,
[even at his age]
keeping his body fit
his arms and chest
hard, defined;
his face is kind
and handsome
in a common way.
His hands are scuffed
with honest work
and as I pay
the money owed,
exchanging pleasantries
as we do,
I swallow a twinge of guilt
for though
my hands
are fairly rough from cold,
I've never done a day
as long as he.
tools of warmth
his island wares,
he swings
bags of pebbled ancience,
[even at his age]
keeping his body fit
his arms and chest
hard, defined;
his face is kind
and handsome
in a common way.
His hands are scuffed
with honest work
and as I pay
the money owed,
exchanging pleasantries
as we do,
I swallow a twinge of guilt
for though
my hands
are fairly rough from cold,
I've never done a day
as long as he.
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Evening Inclinations
The dusk unlaces
undoing me with its clock hands,
frayed reins slowly unhitching
undressing -
a spindle unwinding
paced
to the fading light
Let loose on the lay
of spiral bind and blue lines
uncertainty catches my wrist
in motion,
but the dead moon drives
a dread
of never telling
welling excitement,
and vivacity swelling to heights
of war paint, dance, and daring
resulting
in abandoned command
...
undoing me with its clock hands,
frayed reins slowly unhitching
undressing -
a spindle unwinding
paced
to the fading light
Let loose on the lay
of spiral bind and blue lines
uncertainty catches my wrist
in motion,
but the dead moon drives
a dread
of never telling
welling excitement,
and vivacity swelling to heights
of war paint, dance, and daring
resulting
in abandoned command
...
953 reads
19 Comments
Water (Cinquain)
Water:
full and heavy,
flowing fast to drown me
in life-sustaining
suffocation.
full and heavy,
flowing fast to drown me
in life-sustaining
suffocation.
2417 reads
9 Comments
Back of the Cover
My grandfather's room
hummed mysteries
up that dingy staircase;
a 60's mustard yellow glow
taunting young curiosity
to strike temporary truce
with conscience
as well as ghosts
in the walls
Upon creaking
into the Collector's den
my face was met with racks of scolding
guns, bows, ammunition-
but hunting knives gleamed in open drawers
and some on the floor
in formation:
friendly fish
shimmering my many reflections.
After imperiling a pirate with the finest
I...
hummed mysteries
up that dingy staircase;
a 60's mustard yellow glow
taunting young curiosity
to strike temporary truce
with conscience
as well as ghosts
in the walls
Upon creaking
into the Collector's den
my face was met with racks of scolding
guns, bows, ammunition-
but hunting knives gleamed in open drawers
and some on the floor
in formation:
friendly fish
shimmering my many reflections.
After imperiling a pirate with the finest
I...
1044 reads
26 Comments
Does My Bum Look Big Enough In This?
Status, please.
How do you compare?
Petty stage played in name of love
or lack thereof
such sad displays of vanity.
Ah, sweet Vanity
the downfall of humanity;
We often see but blur
beyond our current states of care.
Narcissus,
(were he available)
would treat himself
to an approving gaze
as he turned to admire
the taut,
magnificent
collective arse
we have become.
How do you compare?
Petty stage played in name of love
or lack thereof
such sad displays of vanity.
Ah, sweet Vanity
the downfall of humanity;
We often see but blur
beyond our current states of care.
Narcissus,
(were he available)
would treat himself
to an approving gaze
as he turned to admire
the taut,
magnificent
collective arse
we have become.
1098 reads
21 Comments
Round Trip
I'm draped here, half dressed, half hallucinating in the heat
waiting, images of us and our last weekend's escapade on my mind.
Distance is a bitch, but I'm here again to sate it, (a little longer this time)
and, oh, how I have missed your face.
Car door?
My stomach jumps higher into my ribcage to see you thump in
in steel-toe boots carrying your shirt
You're filthy in mechanic's jeans
the brand on your boxers showing just above the front seam
Your hands are clean, though I know their engine grease stain
stays on weekdays ...
waiting, images of us and our last weekend's escapade on my mind.
Distance is a bitch, but I'm here again to sate it, (a little longer this time)
and, oh, how I have missed your face.
Car door?
My stomach jumps higher into my ribcage to see you thump in
in steel-toe boots carrying your shirt
You're filthy in mechanic's jeans
the brand on your boxers showing just above the front seam
Your hands are clean, though I know their engine grease stain
stays on weekdays ...
1199 reads
19 Comments
Flip-Flop "Poem"
I don't touch you
speak to you
dream of you
nor do I ever
see your face.
I don't know you
But I breathe
to know
you're there
speak to you
dream of you
nor do I ever
see your face.
I don't know you
But I breathe
to know
you're there
1350 reads
14 Comments
I Did Try
You don't inspire me with words today.
Your smile takes me back through the joy of all our good days
and your laugh is one thing I can get a mini-high from inducing,
you consistently surprise,
give me more than I deserve [in endless ways],
play my games and still hold me in the morning.
And though I want to give you everything
I find that I can't choose
the right sentences,
the precise phrases
to begin to express
what I want to tell you today.
Your amore is beyond me
and it's run off with my...
Your smile takes me back through the joy of all our good days
and your laugh is one thing I can get a mini-high from inducing,
you consistently surprise,
give me more than I deserve [in endless ways],
play my games and still hold me in the morning.
And though I want to give you everything
I find that I can't choose
the right sentences,
the precise phrases
to begin to express
what I want to tell you today.
Your amore is beyond me
and it's run off with my...
1329 reads
30 Comments
Warm
bonfire light -
this heat is contagious
with star and ember
twinkling sky
summer sand
between my toes
tequila:
creamy
like melting butter
kissing my throat
to warm
its way down
down
I watch you
mingling beside the flames
deep inhale
smoke and soft sea breeze
blink long -
swirl my tongue
to memory of your taste
and sigh
at how your eyes
flicker
lucky bright...
this heat is contagious
with star and ember
twinkling sky
summer sand
between my toes
tequila:
creamy
like melting butter
kissing my throat
to warm
its way down
down
I watch you
mingling beside the flames
deep inhale
smoke and soft sea breeze
blink long -
swirl my tongue
to memory of your taste
and sigh
at how your eyes
flicker
lucky bright...
1325 reads
33 Comments
Rag Demon
She blazes
Hissing and raving at the shit t'other accepts so gracefully
most days.
She's got a cutting wit, this one.
Takes what she wants
and she bites.
But being this Rag Demon
has a down-side too.
She can burst into tears at a Hallmark commercial
or need chocolate more than a piss in the morning.
She smokes like a fiend, but for only three days
the rest of the month she's appalled at the thought.
She's horny the few right before it's away
but has to settle for pleasing herself
and usually him...
Hissing and raving at the shit t'other accepts so gracefully
most days.
She's got a cutting wit, this one.
Takes what she wants
and she bites.
But being this Rag Demon
has a down-side too.
She can burst into tears at a Hallmark commercial
or need chocolate more than a piss in the morning.
She smokes like a fiend, but for only three days
the rest of the month she's appalled at the thought.
She's horny the few right before it's away
but has to settle for pleasing herself
and usually him...
876 reads
9 Comments
Well, I'll Be Dammed
If I could lure
lavish you with lusty verse, Darlin'
you know I would.
I would work that lyrical swish
like a full-time whore
Baby, you'd feel it in your toes.
But all I'm workin' is a sloppy pen
and the imagination
of a boiled egg
strung out on similes
still trying to find the bang in my metaphors.
Must admit
I'm at a loss.
All I can do is gawk
like the geek I am
and continue to bitch at myself about how
by now
I should be able
to play harder.
You are...
lavish you with lusty verse, Darlin'
you know I would.
I would work that lyrical swish
like a full-time whore
Baby, you'd feel it in your toes.
But all I'm workin' is a sloppy pen
and the imagination
of a boiled egg
strung out on similes
still trying to find the bang in my metaphors.
Must admit
I'm at a loss.
All I can do is gawk
like the geek I am
and continue to bitch at myself about how
by now
I should be able
to play harder.
You are...
1803 reads
23 Comments
I Had Heaven
Turn time, Angel
Set us back and let
the heavy salt air bless
one more breath
setting my flight to beat Icharus'
soaring rending furies
in one last storm
or granting soundless tranquility
in the still
of another dawn
I'll follow you gladly
if I can take one last
burst of lust
and fall asleep in the sun
with no sound
but of the water's
crash and sweep
drifting those hours away
Lend one more day, Angel
so I can...
Set us back and let
the heavy salt air bless
one more breath
setting my flight to beat Icharus'
soaring rending furies
in one last storm
or granting soundless tranquility
in the still
of another dawn
I'll follow you gladly
if I can take one last
burst of lust
and fall asleep in the sun
with no sound
but of the water's
crash and sweep
drifting those hours away
Lend one more day, Angel
so I can...
970 reads
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