#poles
From top
to bottom
I find this
underneath the ice:
The Earth
is bi-polar
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
I
Taking advantage of the milestone age,
Prowling the night by myself,
I pull into an unfamiliar stone ring of parked cars,
Locked the car, and walk-clinked against ground-level stones
Until I pulled the handle of the main door
To my first bar/club entry.
Hesitation and nervousness showed up
When I presented my license identification to the bar staff...
But if they let me in at all,
Suppose I don't give off an adolescent vibe anymore.
Seeing my work boss rock out with his band bros,
Freak Show, turned me from nervousness and silence
Staring at a random TV channel
To responding to Jamie's audience calls,
To dancing like my mom, Robert Barone, and anyone I could think of,
To dancing with other people I never met,
One woman swooning over my self-initiative to dance at all,
And resulted in clogged eardrums
Rock and rolled
Give it time,
This side of me is awakening.
II
After circling Berkeley Springs
And realizing I passed up Hillbilly Heaven bar
[I mistook it for a car dealership],
l crossed the street into a new-to-me adult audience realm.
Outdoor setting, speakers and techno-colored lights,
A mechanical bull available for riding,
********
Rock music,
Women grinding each other playfully to the music,
Busts that only my eyes could see to believe,
All under a starry curtain of a sky.
III
Closer to home,
The parking a trick
That took one circular trip to land a legal spot.
Another unroofed setting,
Downed three Sprite sodas,
Pretending to make a pavilion stake
a stripper pole,
dancing slow up-and-down,
Dancing the same stand-still body-rocking moves each song
Only to support the music being brought by Freak Show.
I sat next to a Dr. Pepper co-worker
Who laughed dangerously the entire night I saw him.
I shook my ***** with a stranger woman
Like two Newton ***** clinking each other rhythmically.
Thanks to supporting staff and benefactors!
IV
Taboo Gentlemen's Club,
The security check-in churned my feelings
Into thinking, I was lying,
Lying to myself and to security.
But I wasn't negotiably.
I passed the metal scan
And paid my way in.
Strippers, poles, birthdays
With spanking.
Luxury chairs,
Flying money.
Maybe there's no club I can join,
But there's always room to join the club.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
The edge of my soul is unsilenced
by the youthful glove of lust
Curtained wonders and curtailed tales
our songs recited and memorised on saddles
Sandals of certainty , candled yester years
My soles dared to tear a form
eyes roar in beats of a sinful stare
affixed sensations, the aesthetic nightmares
the cyclic eventful roller coaster of want
The padded faded jeans and cotton shirt
A fluent code of the cold wonderland
steers protons and affluent electrical neurons
Exploding zips, complementary zest
The **** ride on your stationed rod
My stallion, a rash, an adrenaline rush, our flight (oh la la)
At the sight of the afterglow stormy taste
our echoes astound the mountain tops
a wave of the heated dream in a cage
The aged flow of the surfacing rivers
As these words live in my mind
Flickering lights inside the synagogue maze
the cleavage fountain evaporating fumes
A showcase of undeniable holes and poles
A glorified truth tied in elastic hearts
Eclipsed as a shadowy armoured reflection
Hold my hand and fly the transient transcendence
Balance as I fall behind on the heighted prolific lines
Rehouse my day on these whispered thoughts
Time circles, time travels, time lost, time found
On this hour of attachment, catch me as I wave
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
I can't believe how idiotic I was.
Loving you was harder than David's stone, knocking me dead mentally, and I didn't realize it until blood dripped along my temple.
Two opposites I thought would go great together only rebelled when close.
Let both stay far apart, for neither were meant to be close, rather "symbolically paired".
(j.a.r.)
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Did you ever see those circus performers with the spinning plates?
Plates on poles spinning, spinning, spinning
You could never understand how they kept so many up
spinning, spinning, spinning
Just as one is about to fall
you can already hear the crash in your head
the shattering of porcelain on the ground
they spin it again and it stabilizes
just barely
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
i know you were so happy
to feel my bare insides
i hope it brought you closer
but i was like the tide
i never felt connected
i cried because it hurt
but you teared up because
you felt just like your
heart would burst
i wish i felt the
way you did but sometimes
i’m glad i don’t
because we made love
like the moon and the sun
on totally opposite poles
(r.e.)
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Poles apart attract each other......
Just like you and me.......
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
On top of Mt. Bonnell this morning,
Before the sun arose
I watched the red lights of warning
Atop the tall metal poles.
As if playing music together
Each gave bursts of light,
Through the foggy weather,
And played a visual song at night.
They all appear to blink
At the same rate as the next,
But as I took a drink
I saw that it was more complex.
Each with different tempos
The poles played along
And with subtle crescendos,
They blink their song.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC