"matti" poems
Yesterday they lined up all the boys to give them a good talking to.
After all, when you're about to ask the head priest's daughter for her hand, you must do it the right way.
But of course, they'd only line up the boys, and not the girls who glance and flirt and trail the tips of their fingers along wet gowns when bathing.
It's known that Victoria will kiss anyone who can tame her curls, and Alice leaves violets for those she fancies.
Even a pig recognize that Jacob and Peter have been making eyes at each other for about two summers, and that Matti only longs for books.
Harold's true love is venison, and though he could be won over digestively, Emi is really trying to move towards vegetarianism.
So they told the boys how to carry themselves and some listened in desperate eagerness and earnest and a few planned pranks, and anyone worth their salt could tell it was a disaster.
This morning, the local girls dressed the boys in flowers, as is strange tradition, but then a few joined the line and fairly glowed in their blue linen and lemony cinnamon licorice hair, dripping with petals.
The king laughed and the head priest smirked in bemusement, as it is every year.
And Emi gazed, bored and silent to every proclamation, gift, and oath.
Yet a fourth year had passed without a chosen suitor.
Courtyard emptied, and I drew near her chair as well.
"I have no strange and beautiful art to exhibit or exotic sweet to taste. I do not seek what you will not eagerly give, and I will not ask you to be my wife, but I'd very much like to be your friend ifthatwouldbeokaywithyouthanks."
After all, who doesn't fall in love with Artemis.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
closeness without conflict exists only in the cemetery! ~
Matti j. Kuronen
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
.*mmm... yeah... that time when i was paranoid about my neighbour killing my cat, and when i went into a cemetery and hacked off a slab of a grave? that time? ugly? mmm... matti... my my... which part? dating? is that like... an english "thing"? can we just bypass the whole fiasco and dive right into the *** no? good... well... with so many freedoms allowed to govern women, who subsequently tend to want to tame governing man... how about... you tell me what to do, once you hand-cuff me? oh... right... well... here's to the guillotine... anti-immigration... the rights of bulgarian prostitutes... or... whatever you feel like: making up your mind about.*
masochism... not listening to the radio...
and turning on
the youtube socio-political commentary...
when...
Ashley Elisa
could have met Economic Invincibility.
me?
fold, poker, down,
and a sing-along...
with a fiddler on the roof staged
take on being amused...
from the petty jew...
to akin a king solomon...
well: neither of the two could
be held in equally high esteem...
could they?
but's that's my variant of
masochism...
turning off the radio brimming
with song,
and instead...
(jerking off doesn't seem
as bad)...
listening to "advice"
on the youtube.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC