"umbras" poems
saying **** off* seems so much more
easier when you're petting cats....
they just say it for you...
there he is, Quarus,
the operatic singer nearing sunset,
200 variations of a mulling of meow,
i end up calling him Orbison Rufus,
the ginger Roy of Peckham -
he basically meows lazily like Roy
singing... as said / i.d. (id est): the umbras
or umbrellas - counting the shadows'
version of Apache's yawn: ah-woo ah-woo
ah-woo nagging the reflex...
gave them the yawn and gave them 1950s
America... Billy the Kid talking to the king of
Specs... hank marvin.... cheese grater
with those teeth... dozen cows buckling with
the herding in while the dog carved a feel
for religion in the translation of the Vatican
from coliseum into football requirements...
the movies were great in the 1950s, just after
the technicolour... petting cats was never such a thrill...
the operatic meow, onomatopoeia from echo
in a cave to knock-on-wood...
200 variations of the knock
and 12 whiskey shots downed
while playing poker... 12 cowboys
1 Milwaukee and 30 Turks... classic Tarantino...
i said the Apache yawn... i never said giving
out smoke signals...
Quarus my ginger is demanded as having laughed...
he's Roy Orbison with the meow,
pretty much lazy...
looks like a murmur when he tries singing,
pretty woman, trolling down the street,
Gucci, Chanel, and everything in the scrapheap of lobotomy,
as is Paris necessarily mentioned: chiselled
white collars... Roy knew before Elvis...
the trick came with sunglasses,
and the gluttonous slur of the half-opened mouthing
for subsequent mouthing it off...
no amount of cheese in French could ever
charter the success of the cheeses added to cheeseburgers
with the milkshakes, which were plainly Dutch
laughing cows named Novices....
quick-melts and some said:
dreadlocks of string-yellow Gouda pulled
for a hippies' worth of Chinese chugging down
a pint or two, for worth of gag and the slim mascot;
the Chinese never taught Cannes arithmetic
of the thumb through to pinky...
i don't know how they taught counting
with their complex ideograms, they never taught
arithmetic give their encoding...
they taught pure math.. they never taught the simplest
of assurances... meaning so few of them became bankers.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
Pelo alvo deserto vão, me atrevo
Com passos vazios e rigidez emudecida
Caminho à livre esperança aquecida
Sem umbras derradeiras de vil enlevo
Nestas escassas palavras que descrevo
Aflijo, na natureza selvaticamente esvaída,
O brado ofego da moribunda esquecida
Cruzando-me os dentes o férrico sangue e doloroso arquejo
Ante os olhos que se chegam em céu vasto,
O silêncio zune, norteia-me, arrasto
E completo minhas vistas com negrumes vários
Deserto! Deserto! Das sombras, sóis filho nefasto,
Por eternidades, quais d'aurora me afasto
A vós enterneço meu desgarro solitário
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
Oh Lordy need a forty
Going in the city on this sortie
Making menace while speaking witty
We're dead inside but make merry corpses dancing in the darkness between streetlights.
The lights flicker fail and we gain new territory.
Wolves in the night we cast long shadows stretching distortions of our inner demons. They claw and scrape over concrete to rake across dismayed faces.
The sun rises too soon a cleansing fire that burns away the umbras but not our memories. We know the time after dusk and revel in it.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
You’ve been keeping secrets from me.
Leaving when light breaks.
Carousel around in my brightest moments but gone when darkness takes.
Where do you go as if I’m not good enough for you to stay.
Maybe you’re still here, resting until it’s time to play.
You’ve been avoiding me when im accompanied by mental doom.
Maybe you’re still here embracing me when I’m in the umbras gloom.
You dance with me like you won’t leave when things get dark.
Stay away from me your presence has left its mark.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC