Atalanta Undigested

Atalanta Undigested May 2013

La Nube

You are not alone,
but you are
then you're not,
They turn it and tumble it.
Ecking, every last drop of you.
And you wish you were.
Resist.
Imagine the Cloud

No eres solo,
pero estas solo,
entonces eres no.
Se la vuelven, y la voltean.
Eking todas las gotas de ti.
Y deseas que eras.
Resiste.
Imaginás la Nube.

Inspired by Francisco DH's Cray Cray & Silent Writer's work as well

Lotus position. Tags: la nube, las mancitas
Please forgive my spanish. You're welcome to improve it.
©Atalanta Undigested 2013. All Rights Reserved

Atalanta Undigested May 2013

Wonder What It Feels Like to be Married

It feels like your hand at the small of my back
Warm and smooth
Feels like hurry
Feels like warmth curling rolling up my the skin of my belly
Like the thousand little worrys are gone
And I'm with you.

Feels like I don't care even what you think
Mountains of want and nothing else

Feels like my fingertips on your eyelids
Closed and wet
Your eyebrows, sable and warm
Slick oily skin, under your cheek bones
Your mouth, your lips my fingertips inside
Reach
Toes hard, pechos curled
Spoonerisms

Memories of time spent with you
in our imaginations mix with life.

You wanted to teach me
what the word prosaic means.

No dictionary in the world comes close.

Your hands on my neck.
Your flush of anger, as I tense
and relax at your touch.
Slower you go,
feeling my desire for you
spike as fear flees
and I suffuse with Trust.

You're amused and distracted by it
I am challenged to keep your attention
where it belongs.
My hands on your shoulders
Rushing to forget who did what.
The world around us roaring whirlygig
at our own callous amusement.

Asked and answered.

Atalanta Undigested May 2013

The Conqueroo

Stalking lion,

Do you miss the way I touch you?
It's just that you long to be touched like that.

Were you shocked to find I knew of your crime?
We've met before, she warned me it's souls you control.

Your method of approach was unwise and unseemly.
The accidents, the rumours, the campaign to search and destroy.

So here I am rife with anxiety,
seeking emotional primacy under your barrage attack.

The outflow of promises to be kept, leaving a wake trail like a dreadnought.

And thus we called the Conqueroo,
to dance the king snake to ashes.

Atalanta Undigested May 2013

Mandel Brot

Rhetorical questions
Asked and answered.
supporting, Sifting,
and sorting bafflement
Praxis

For awhile the whorls
were made of sadness and fears
from my internal musings
and the desires of my heart
extrapolated by magpies

Like you said,
They busted the lock.

Atalanta Undigested May 2013

Studious *******

Sirious *******.
Study is *******.

Will you let me be.
There'll be other days
to write more poetry.

Smirking, missed you too.

She's studying with language barrier,
under repression.
Taking years to slowly do
what we can accomplish in a day.

I see, but what are we to accomplish?
Blow it up? rip it down? to rebuild?
or embroider?
Like repairing a tapestry.
Fill the in gaps,
complete her story with hard data
and prettier pictures.
Half on one hand, six in the other.
Make do and mend.

Change the world for a second
Which of us drew the short straw again?

Zzzzxxx
Tripping over myself and our humongous marriage of minds.

Apologies.
Apogee.
Nadir

©Atalanta Undigested, 2013. All Rights Reserved.

The first recorded receipt sound transmission to the brain pan occurred in 1970.

Atalanta Undigested Apr 2013

Sin Caprichosos

Cuando estas muerto,
quiero su alma para mio.
Porque su alma es como el sol
Sin caprichos

I want to know your soul as my own.
I want you to haunt me.
The radiance and beauty of
you is blinding.

Atalanta Undigested Apr 2013

Told You I Loved You

They say you got my gift to you
My apology for all the bitter days
of teary silence and rage.
Yes, I played it tricky & deep.

They knew too much
about too many private things.
Dream language is the tool of hypnosis
Creates a window into the dreamer

The front door with majestic scenes
of a lazy lioness and her pride,
At the foot of acanthus leaved columns,
That was built by my sister, the engineer.

She learned the language
From a pair of twins from some
small Texas germantown
Never told her, I built a back door,

To which I gave you the key.
They say he cut you cruelly-
To keep you from mucking up their profit,
To keep you from abandoning your race.

All for a few minutes of wisht?
Stole a few years of my dreams
scribed and kept set away for you.
I'm glad we found a better way.

If I wake to find it's just another dream,
I don't know what I'll do.
It's the wildness they hate in us.
They only thynk it's about race.