"abstractedly" poems
blip bleep beep boop
santas gonna watch me sleep
slip sleep seep soap
mommy wants to have a feast
avocados, bathrooms, teaspoons, menthol breath
so very special to watch you seek
bread, seven elevens, toilet paper, adjectives
the way you'd never see.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 2:57 AM UTC
Felicity
extends her left arm
While casually yet carefully
examining the lit tip
Last cigarette
The fountains babble
and Martini glasses gather
like harbingers of doom
She's in a mood
As this year now draws
to its' inevitable close
Yet sheer beauty radiates
Out from in her
She draws attention
Knowing I think of another
by now at Canary Wharf
I fetch more drinks
A couple embrace
Kiss in what strikes me here tonight
as most illicit somehow
Illicit, yes
and us complicit
But secrets come too easily
in all my interactions
Felicities
Much more beautiful
with moonlight on their naked skin
than they appeared in the dark
Abstractedly
I touch her shoulder
As I touched in fertile summer
the fleshy, tender belly
Of another
Who did not love me
and was never Felicity
like this well-dressed girl tonight
So shall the next
as yet unlived year
bring more of this challenge
Imposters and intruders
To inner peace
Agents of discord
****** and killing a dreamscape
of a love that is settled
Felicity
Her eyes follow me
with cigarette between pink lips
that at midnight will speak truth.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
The art of the
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt Dizzy Take a Knee Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten life
at sea as boatswain),
nonetheless for results,
one best ought
be without a brain
even if promoted as Captain Cain
Guru, cuz to become
star apprentice,
one must master
trumpeting as a certain
Don Casanova Chieftain
stealing the vote if necessary
and freely distribute *******
(as an ****** of the masses)
to silence anyone
that might complain,
thus sets the
figurative stage to contain
any potentially mutinous threat
(against sought after bounty)
also necessitates practicing
nepotism assigning coxswain
to an immediate family member
with a skull full
bone if eyed crackbrain
and when upon
wheeling and dealing
i.e. thee metaphorical curtain
call - pull out
all stops to detain
vendor even exhibiting
faux ("FAKE) disdain
for deplorable basket weavers
iterated by domain holder
ye wish to acquire
sought after envied goodies,
oh...and do
everything to drain
the patience of ***** who
controls coveted *****
calling for trotting
out "Stormy
Daniels" to entertain
and continue ploy long after
hated yuge, bigly, stupid losers
winning morons with
zero wind blown naturally
"FAKE" orange blond
wind blown hairm,
which constant induces
onlookers with eyestrain.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
You are a crowded intersection
Ebullient bloating, churn
Bustling with acquaintances
They know your name
Know your way, but see you mearly as an impass
Navigated with neither choice nor decision
Route without resistance
Path of least conviction
A jumping of point
Endeavors formulated; yet your corridors are never considered
No exceptional exemptions
Chimerical observers, are shuffled and thumb Fulminant prostration; muddling insertion
Maudlin automaton corral
An adverse opposition, preferring to evaluate you at night
Your gaslit candescence reaches in all directions
Ebbing lambency traversing space
Conveyance of curious possibility
Enveloped in your vacancy
Swaddling spances; rampart wrapping
Quarantined and completely mine
Somber meditation tranquility
All of my substance settling to a manhole center
Shedding all my persistent memories
Unencumbered relife; unfettered elation
Ravishing beatitude exaltation
Distracting detraction
Time abstractedly trickling away
Disecting rays of light clutching the arc of the Plutonian horizon
Stampeding hordes in infinite single file lines
Sieging you from every direction
Like a colony of ants disintegrating a discarded carcass
You are gone
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC