"invoice" poems
a draper is someone who creates garments or patterns by draping fabric directly onto a dress form (Wikipedia)
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I am a draper,
by trade, by nature, by instinct;
a fling of one arm across her body,
while she dreams and sleeps, rambles, mumbles,
and even convulses,
to hold her tight with two, with both,
soon grows discomforting as the blood ceases to flow,
the heat breeds unsweetened sweat,
and the snuggling impact,
is too fast subsumed by the pins and needles
numbing, deadening,
and ironical attenuation
this is my pattern,
how I address her,
how I dress her,
draping my contiguous,
drawing five fingers
upon her form,
reshaping her in her sleep,
the arm flung, there, and then
there,
to be hung,
at varied places across her body,
higher lower, above below,
but her face,
free and clear,
so not to interfere
with her sensory preceptors
and as I draw my pattern upon her skin,
her body whole,
listening her to indeterminate utterances,
to determine
which
pitter patter pattern
to which.
she feels best suited,
then,
I prepare my
invoice
for her,
for services rendered,
to present upon awakening,
demanding
in voice,
by her voice,
payment in words,
of her own chosen
amuse-bouche,
mmmm, will it be?
good morning my love?
hello you!
or just an indiscriminate
but yet,
a discriminating
sound of
having been pleasured
by unknown forces
in her deeper sleep, using her lips
to say, to hum, to sing,
a genteel unspecific
but, and yet, a
terrific,
deep from within
guttural remittance,
the sound of a delicious,
mmmmmming
greeting
a new equinoxal gale
of a refreshing fresh
birthing, fulsome
already satisfying
draping of the
day
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC
Brush the dog tenderly
Create the time
Slowly, gently caress the cat
Doesn't it feel fine?
Stroke her jaw, her chin
Scratch around her ears
Feel her lean into your hands
For she has not words nor tears
Give your weary sweetheart
An attentive foot massage
Invest some time in affection
Praise her new hat or corsage
For a moment, be their reflection
Water your plants
Spritz the leaves, and a little new soil
Take just a minute
It's such an easy yet rewarding toil
Go for a slow walk with your beloved
Taste the evening air
Give her your ear
Visit a reflective place there
Create for her room to ruminate
About her aches and pains
About her ailing Uncle Bob
About her new job
Touch her cheek gently
On your pillow at night
Before your eyes they close
Before dreams so fleeting and light
Say something small, sweet and simple
About you and her and your heart
Not about that invoice or pimple
Or what you both need to dissect apart
For magical, hidden roots are growing!
Or languishing as they will
Simple, daily things nurture them
Not a one-time magic bullet or pill
Marlowe once said,
"Talk not of wasted affection!
Affection never was wasted!"
Water the hungry hearts around you
And the juiciness of life
Will be the sweetest you've ever tasted
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
building up
a big mountain
then tear it down
give it to the clowns
nosebleed
for a feast
endless bottom
as a treat
*it’ll likes get up
tear it down
it’ll likes get up
tear it down*
trail of tears
chopped off
nail of thoughts
stopped short
ego invoice
taking drugs
fat berg sewer
horrible vanity
*it’ll likes get up
tear it down
it’ll likes get up
tear it down*
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
these days a visit to the doctor
is quite dear
and it fills the patient with
a great deal of fear
consultation charges
are well above inflation
but if you don't pay the set fee
you'll receive not proper medical investigation
the day before yesterday
I went to see
my quack
and when I got the invoice
I was taken aback
GP's are making
really big bucks
by treating themselves to the
ailing person's money trucks
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
To see the abnormal in the usual
To spy a quaint sliver of seperation
A stutter of fluidity; fluidity primary
The unknown subjection personified
These idealistic constructions forever permeating
Where currents join in twitching pools, swaying
to let their particles cloister and vibrate with
infusing spasms that dispel and attract-
Creating the magnetism of substance
Blank resound bliss
Drunk on a thousand drops
Vindicated from a thousand poisons
Reborn
at grid dot
Flowing invoice implode
All afterward foreshadowing
Being this precursor
Not an equation to be witnessed with
the surgical pangs of intellect
Arbitrary
Problematic
Instigative
None of this
Something ness
Of the womb sea
Blank resound bliss
without tributaries
though sensing its leaks
After Big Bang of suitor system silt
Wanton to multiply
Rabid and violent
In conquest
of joy and earth
What I bring to light
My depths are dark
Empty is the surface
Empty is my sleep
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
A man with a hundred faces but nameless with one voice
A thousand thoughts a second but one life to live it, where's the choice
Never found much of a reason to rejoice
Worthless or not worth it, the math's not adding up on this invoice
A million phrases, can't remember faces
Thoughts escape the mind, breaking free of their cages
The visual is heinous, it feels dangerous
I can't explain what's going on but they tell me this is only the beginning stages
Time turns pages but they're all reflective, hold them to the flame, more failure through the ages
Dr Jekyll lost, tossed into the void, annoyed as Mr. Hyde rages
Whatever it is, for everyone else's sake, I hope it's not contagious
Stay cautious
©2024
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC
ive been starin a long time at this body mine
ragged, alien, hollow, watch me give a ****
shattered frames leanin walls, been and gone
talkin times too long
before my shoulder glance got permanent
he says that now i cant quit
starin up from in his pit
i done been done writhing with
but hes right aint he
dont like bein told
where to be
aint heard him since, aint no one
aint none my goals done
hesitate and die, son
it aint about you
bout the goods
lemme getcha eyes pretty blue
got a whole stash upstairs
sleepin with the ***** nightstand
ima take advantage of all this rain
playing the game
and ill see you shakin, chained
to ya fear, past choice, belated invoice
shoulda kept ya ride clean
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:29 AM UTC
I know the good and the bad of it
Where the pendulum has swung
And where it intends to swing next
My body is filled with the knowledge of it
Poisoned marrow mixed in my bones
With a fresh prescription of penicillin
An invoice sitting on the coffee table waiting to be paid
My hand hovering over an overflowing astray
Holding a half smoked and forgotten about cigarette
A dust pan prompted against the stool it’s on
My growling liver eating the contents of my wallet
Leaving a receipt from the ABC store clinging to the condensation
Moistening the bottle of left out ***
This feeling of post apogee
The silent deafening moment
Of situational actualization
The view from the tipping point that lingers just long enough
To still see every vantage point, the good and the bad of it all.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
~I too have a dream
Oh, what a beautiful morning,
I wonder
what's going to happen
to spoil it,
what's going to befall me.
There are so many possibilities
of things going wrong,
not going my way,
I don't even want to imagine.
Why cannot I just sit quietly
enjoying the sunshiny day?
The phone may ring
bringing bad news,
I may lose my beloved
to the the world.
An unexpected invoice
I forgot to pay
might appear in my mail box,
the weather may change
and out of the blue day
a thunderstorm and rain.
Will I pay dearly
for seeing everything
only in shades of grey?
Then the tones
of "The New World Symphony"
with motifs of Bohemian village dances,
the hustle and bustle
of American cities,
native Indian drums drumming
bring the image
of peace;
of pursuit of happiness
on both of my continents.
Impossible dream, you say?
Author Notes
*~Largo from the 'New World' Symphony (1893)
by the Czech composer Antonin Dvorak;
and is probably the most famous piece
of the composition played at all American state funerals.*
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 2:12 PM UTC
SCAR SCAR SCAR
its your choice, your voice
SCAR SCAR SCAR
invoice for your worldly possessions
SCAR SCAR SCAR
****** you with cold obsession
SCAR SCAR SCAR
draw blood from the warm thighs and cold hands
of little girls
BRUISE SCAR CUT SCAR SCRAPE SCAR SCAR SCAR
look me in the ******* eyes
bleed me a river of *** and tears
DESTROY ME AND YOURSELF
make me your prey
VICTIMIZE ME
VICTIMIZE ME
VICTIMIZE ME
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:07 AM UTC
Of course this poem procures no great wonderment
nor does it produce any invoice that would bring heat,
to the mind of the reader, nor from the placement
of ink from the printer.
Of course it does produce itself from form
from form-ness of itself in itself
but brings no cure and no ills, it just is ‘being ‘
That course is never truer or less of a test
when there is no phenomena of its appearance,
Of Course it has none
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
Seven hours passed as she danced
With a fervor
That didn't last
There were fire works which popped
Due to an inspiration in art
Which was bound to stop
We are ******
We can't duck
Our time here ain't much
Look at these stars which twinkle with illusion
Of money, claps, an ego in fusion
Oh the illusion
Fast, slow, type and low
This voice and that voice
Just another invoice
Too many red letters
Sent to one another
Which were a return to sender
Help this time?
Just another speedy
Rewind
We do not need help
We have it all here
In nature we only fear
To wait
To wait
To wait
For what?
That big break?
That political debate?
That juicy steak?
Satisfy a saturated empty soul
Thousands dead in endless holes
There are dice needed to roll
Enter
Leave
Re-enter
You've got
The disease
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC
/0/Illusion of choice
/0/0/0/0/and half of us cannot even see our internal invoice
/0/Our choices are prepaid for us. choose to do nothing while we are hooked on what we think is a must/070/our addiction becomes a relapse. /00/ times for our mind to succumb into collapse//096/Dividing into what you think is control/06/Dangerous organized power overflow//01//hooked upon hope/ distortion of reality//07/' another string added to our rope that is choking and dividing us/223/0to the point of death while they are watching//0/ and
surveying our ****** dismemberment//0921/and they expect me to have grips of sentiment to this dis-array of lost hope67/// reality is questioned as your eyes and ears are not seen as is////0 this is true dysfunction and the s33ds of new corruption/0/// question the S!MULATION///0// Isolation/// suicide rates are higher than ever and then once your g0ne you are lost forever/desire to connect together/I AM here you are al0ne/ alternative ways to throw a stone/// ParAnoia
actions that are questionable/ unreliable/undivide-able/// the days move on with regularly/09/ while the corruption comes alive periodically/// if you wake up in a different time/in a different place/could you wake up as a different person//0 staples of my unstable state of mind/09/// numb the pa!n and don't die in va!n
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
live life with enthusiasm destined hardiness due to the harshness
Lacking the right guidance with so many choices we all interpretive heartfelt condolences to the families who have been a incurious
"Should be" as in past tense goes without saying some individuals are not capable to accelerate but we all have those interject with situations enough is enough just make it deploy indiscretion instead of misperception
Questions will not always have a answer to your concerns faith is the only thing we can believe in
You settle for the well-written incentive purpose
This is only the blueprint to or construction build to your desire
Cherish,be grateful, prefer a Just way disaffection those unavoidable dreams.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Your head,
A taxing mess,
An echo of 100 voices screaming frantically,
In a burning stadium,
It’ll dispatch you an invoice made of invincible paper,
Of sleep and appetite,
Of scruffily chewed nail tips.
Your dog will be okay,
It’s an inflammatory bump,
Your plant hasn’t died,
The green it shows now has not been accounted yet,
Even by the computers,
The curve is not so steep,
That poem,
Not so shoddy,
Stop swelling illusory bridges with concrete,
Your head is resting on a very thin sheet of ice,
Stop jostling,
Or you will drown
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
*Sound of the morn , songbird articulations over -
colored Maple , Hickory leaf lanes and sky blue-gray portraits
To the face in the clouds , a toast at the wake of surreality
Concurring melancholy's invoice with stoic individuality
For the benefit of worn repetitive thoughts , a culled
mouth filled with morning wine , Sugar pine fortresses
delay the burgeoning warmth of day , rain waters seek their
level whilst the privately insane find themselves addressing their taut vulnerability* .....
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
Darkening embers, drinks at dawn
One last echo of you, begone
My only request that you stop and think
Existance is realitive, it burns as we sink
Like tear gas in my eyes
Pepper spray in my wind pipe
Constantly rethinking my last choice
Conscience mailing me the invoice
Delibrating with a magic 8,
My voice starts to shake
But talking to you is like talking to a wall
I can't see you suffer when I'm in free fall
Tell me why is this happening,
It's like a record on repeat
My own 20 second record staying on my feet
Before you sweep me off and brush me aside,
I'll count while you hide
stinging like a bee
But you were always a firefly
Would it be any different if you weren't perfect to me?
Without my distorted view on everything you do
Would it be easier if you didn't have this affect on me?
Barely getting by, still killing me every night
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
Time went bittersweet,
Hopes and dreams are shaping,
including her sense of style,
sketchy colors from her attire
From roots to fruits,
colorful wheel of truth
her mates could have similar thoughts,
that her body lies and changes contour
an invoice of ****** characteristics,
continuously develop,
are you one of the assets?
Hotter than a winter season,
bridges a glimpse of ****** desire
The pursuit of independence,
Her identity is prominent
She could be artist in many ways,
So do you,
A singer, dancer or a writer,
But she’s now logical, an abstract dealer,
or in many ways, an idealistic painter
She saw the world,
simply using her feathers
she thinks matches the weather,
but most of the time,
she fakes and heal from prayers,
that one day she’ll know most,
of executive’s duties or more
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
scraping enough coin together
isn't a sought after chore
there's always a payment needed
to settle an invoice's score
the wage packet slim
ever stretched right out
no surplus bucks for
a good bandy about
being short of funds
that's the jingle to sing
a red ink cheque account
can't afford any bling
luxury items are but
a rich codger's domain
being well cashed up
with plenty of grain
money
has
us
under
the
veritable
gun
a
lack
of
it
ain't
much
fun
the landlord has called
to collect the rent
he'll get paid and it'll
leave a wallet dent
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
Contemplating self immolation at a movie theater , somewhere in America , how many shots will take out the maximum amount of targets , children unknowingly face their mortality at a popular location . Placed a call with God , on a cellular phone , need clarification on what constitutes abomination before his high court ? He's busy with affairs of his own , so here's a message for you all with my gun ...Totality minus reason ! Woke up at three a.m. . Deaths invoice begs , at what price liberty ? Malevolent , homegrown terror , ostensibly the lesser of two evils , killing future Nobel Laureates or a promising young Doctor that solved the cure for cancer , sadly at peace , face down ..Ringing .. Message from Mom , distressed , on a cellular phone , are you busy with affairs of your own ? When are you coming home ?
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
An After-Market Warranty for my Catholic Space Laser
“...tremulous little people of dim intellect and hyperactive
imagination...need that Wondrous Explanation that will
quiet all their fears, thrill them with villains to revile, and
never tax their feeble powers of intellection.”
-John D. MacDonald, Reading for Survival
The Great Texas Emu Bubble, crop circles
Power crystals, cryptocurrency
Jewish space lasers, messages from Q
Lizard people abducted by aliens
Enron, obey the science, the settled science
Chloroquine, tulips, herd immunity
Your Norton has expired, buy magic beans
Invoice #666 needs to be paid today
Your uncle in Nigeria is in lots of trouble
And don’t forget the South Sea Bubble
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC
The curse of the night
Is the blure in my life
The Things I took, weren't nice
They Show me a spooky sight
Scars like tattoos on my skin
Telling the stories I went in
The game I played, I will not win
It made me live in the city of sin
But this city is tearing me down
This city, full of strange clowns
And the odd beast is wearing the crown
And I'm wearing the queens gown
I tried to find a way
So I can leave the city today
But all the ways lead to stay
Trapped in the city, no way away
I hear a haunted voice
It was to much but not your choice
Now I have to pay the invoice
I hear the creepy drum beat noise
It's the army of death
I have no breath
They're comming, to bring me to the depth
To chamber of the undead
A ringing voice, hey sis come back
I looked at the door, I hear it crack
And then around me, only black
The earth was quaking and I felt a whack
My mind flew through space
I came back to my place
I saw my brothers face
The paramedic said "We have to go, no time to waste"
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 12:02 PM UTC