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Early morning impromptu abstract
Here we stick in flyleaf unscrupulous whiteness
here none the things works as they worked once.
forkedt tongue in ear stabs slowly slow
and cocks no clocks and charts few balms
right on course
for my wounds or yours/
OH Lovely Love
You being as such
which blitzkreigs my heart
though I hold no lanterns nor torches
high to curl within your softness
which swells and sways still and still and still
to best beset and bestill
mine uncertain quiver of a mouth
OH thou'st Thou.///
Here forked tongues do dance 'twixt the hollow sky
and hold our knives on point
to stab at airs passing by
(and yours and mine and mine )
which we do not hope to escape
nor dare to relay.
I could reckon upright, I could
write it straight
but the werld she
still feels indeed indeed
bent to me
indeed indeed.
rather chase futurity away oh Thee,
/rather shoot the shit and
flounce in the lap licentious
and spit up purple fragments of the puking heart
which wakes our night apart
and shakes us in innocence down,
till broken right outright.
for down here we tremble underground and beat paths soundly away
to make such a stupendous couple as we make,
yes yes you and I,
being roundly quartered by contradictions
or such abstractions as the cartoon implies
to accrue no interest nor revolution nor tidiness or vaunted virtues at all.
SO take'th O Dollface yer hands away
and kisses all and arms smoking still
to pass such time away
or taste here and now,
the scent of him upon my lips or her
or them
'till we all wake and talk no sense nor make.
and instead stretch the nick of time with bloods drawn and drunk to the dregs there upon and so forth and evenso
says I says still I would like to be taken rather more thoroughly next time bub
so that my stolen heart might yet recall it all
and sing melancholololoily yours or bust, O ventriloquist of obvious oblivions!
Do say, what's left but for the liquors of Love? And ye
Beezlebub, even now strum-strumming the lyre of my unsuspervision
to trance us well away and be dissolved where lesser solvents fail
/for I am the dirt always and she the stars and he the rocketship straight to my molten core
that burns and like ashes pours over this dazzling decay of Lazarus dawn
lost to the nites we choose to lose
or to let loose
or from afar
recall
sappily everafter,
aye, and evermore.
Published 12th Jan 2013
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12th Jan 2013 5:58pm
I realize you have forsaken concrete imagery in places here, and I suspect it was to maintain this stunningly beautiful sound.
But I am almost willing to forgive that fact. ;)
Because as I said, your sonics are exquisite.
But I am almost willing to forgive that fact. ;)
Because as I said, your sonics are exquisite.
14th Jan 2013 5:34pm
yeah, Cali'baba....
what-she-said
you are 4given------
sounds
magni
ficent
what-she-said
you are 4given------
sounds
magni
ficent
20th Jan 2013 1:00am
Ahh I've found another obscure poet. Very nice natural diction you have.
Do say, what's left but for the liquors of Love? And ye Beezlebub, even now strum-strumming the lyre of my unsuspervision to trance us well away and be dissolved where lesser solvents fail
Beautiful phrases, I really enjoyed these in particular. The comical ending really got me, great piece you have here.
Do say, what's left but for the liquors of Love? And ye Beezlebub, even now strum-strumming the lyre of my unsuspervision to trance us well away and be dissolved where lesser solvents fail
Beautiful phrases, I really enjoyed these in particular. The comical ending really got me, great piece you have here.
20th Jan 2013 2:02pm
