---O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
The soldiers coming.
O what is that light I see flashing so clear
Over the distance brightly, brightly?
Only the sun on their weapons, dear,
As they step lightly.
O what are they doing with all that gear,
What are they doing this morning, this morning?
Only their usual manoeuvres, dear.
Or perhaps a warning.
O why have they left the road down there,
Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?
Perhaps a change in their orders, dear.
Why are you kneeling?
O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care,
Haven't they reined their horses, their horses?
Why, they are none of them wounded, dear.
None of these forces.
O is it the parson they want, with white hair,
Is it the parson, is it, is it?
No, they are passing his gateway, dear,
Without a visit.
O it must be the farmer who lives so near.
It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning?
They have passed the farmyard already, dear,
And now they are running.
O where are you going? Stay with me here!
Were the vows you swore deceiving, deceiving?
No, I promised to love you, dear,
But I must be leaving.
O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,
O it's the gate where they're turning, turning;
Their boots are heavy on the floor
And their eyes are burning.
-- W. H. Auden
---
O!
O!
---
hallow fallow shallow wallow only sole lonely soul swallow
hollow below
follow
BELLOW
---
hollow below
follow
BELLOW
---
A playwright as well as a novelist, Saul Bellow is the author of The Last Analysis and of three short plays, collectively entitled Under the Weather, which were produced on Broadway in 1966. Further works:
Him with His Foot in his Mouth and Other Stories, 1984
More Die of Heartbreak. A Novel, 1987
Something to Remember Me By. Three Tales, 1992:
(1)
The Gift of the Magi
O. Henry's classic short tale of giving and receiving.
"dot dot dot Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. dot dot dot She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. dot dot dot It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. dot dot dotWhen Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task. pause
dot dot dot "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" dot dot dot and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" dot dot dot And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" dot dot dot And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. dot dot dot"
(2)
The Nobel Prize in Literature 1936 goes to Eugene O'Neill
"for the power, honesty and deep-felt emotions of his dramatic works, which embody an original concept of tragedy"
in acceptance: " This thought of original inspiration brings me to what is, for me, the greatest happiness this occasion affords, and that is the opportunity it gives me to acknowledge, with gratitude and pride, to you and to the people of Sweden, the debt my work owes to that greatest genius of all modern dramatists, your August Strindberg. dot dot dot this was a love letter dot dot dot It was reading his plays when I first started to write back in the winter of 1913-14 that, above all else, first gave me the vision of what modern drama could be, and first inspired me with the urge to write for the theatre myself. If there is anything of lasting worth in my work, it is due to that original impulse from him, which has continued as my inspiration down all the years since then - to the ambition I received then to follow in the footsteps of his genius as worthily as my talent might permit, and with the same integrity of purpose. dot dot dot
Of course, it will be no news to you in Sweden that my work owes much to the influence of Strindberg. dot dot dot I have never been one of those who are so timidly uncertain of their own contribution that they feel they cannot afford to admit ever having been influenced, lest they be discovered as lacking all originality. dot dot dot No, I am only too proud of my debt to Strindberg, only too happy to have this opportunity of proclaiming it to his people. For me, he remains, as Nietzsche remains in his sphere, the Master, still to this day more modern than any of us, still our leader. And it is my pride to imagine that perhaps his spirit, musing over this year's Nobel award for literature, may smile with a little satisfaction, and find the follower not too unworthy of his Master."
(3)
by me
....
noun hit man
shoot double-talk
sire, a methodical eye…
misconduct reality:
1) occasional provocation
2) premature abstinence bridge
3) spark deciduous panic
a ruthless invasion? no.
concerning crime: not that kitten
but bitten, real this time,
as to gamble at the cost of common sense.
was the yo-yo of disfavor curable?
by me
....
way-out
she’ll soften the hardhearted into
a cartwheel beat
descend the undergrowth stairway to carnal riverfront
expect unforeseen fire to torch the rib
and defrost marrow
the grand escape
by me
....
Sisterhood
was lost to the grip of gingham and
the virtuoso of forbidding mother tongue.
in springtime dusk
small-scale mischief was aboveboard,
but ambivalence crept in
and the rough-and-tumble
employed a queasy punch
and the objectionable choke.
the protrusion of jealousy slew affection dead,
and self-made apartheid rang wall-to-wall
with a soundness and an odor as sure as seen.
multiple choice:
a) excess
b) deceit
c) the power of modern manufacturing?
by me
....
red-hot reference
stammer at the informant-tit,
impolitely command or affably blubber the and this…
the whiz of emancipated kindness will excise the outermost groggy
by meta-paintbrush, and can
sew, bead and darn chronology.
a unique hybrid of ethics and midwife.
by me
....
Laughingstock
slap a postage stamp compliment on the gal,
spike her grassland bleakness with a strip of withheld horseplay and
consign the underdog to hang.
ordinary accord is the post office box of vibrant antagonism.
a ghostwriter tourist can stall, as fitting airmail,
can puncture a pent-up wail from the bleachers,
and beat inflammation unintelligible.
that man has the knack of hand-me-down strangeness.
twerp.
by me
....
yen of submission
station snout at sweaty hemline.
swarm that compassionate bare bulb
and repair humbling deflation.
guzzle for soggy shelter--
this is not a physical examination,
or a blasé bargain of eggs.
try,
heaven is no hesitation.
by me
....
Chuck Illusion
This peddler of erosion
is accustomed to fine print gravitation.
So reproach the treacherous teeth with spasmodic technicality
For this obedient plunger,
drawing to a point as definite
as spick-and-span daybreak
with a tinge of savory blue color,
commands the squat and bob.
by me
....
Serviceable Dawn
That matchstick woke
with a hankering
to go boom.
Scientifically confirmed
as burning rotten.
by me
....
Spartan
acquiesce
untangle
instantaneously nonverbal
blatant
drape endearing
liquefy
ply permanently
in circular campsite, a full-time navel point of view
by me
....
indignity
the in
of inaudible was skinny-dipping
topless thereabouts
in a pin of independent moonlight.
opportune in…
abominable incarnation disjointed sirloin stamina grudging intermarry dealings routine reading disinfectant outing hamstring accounting Inc. gasp, and breadth exception suggestion relationship gotten
the imaginable nerve of in antics!
but cooler riverside
shrunk in
reckless in
pedigree significantly adrift
immune, that sentimental dreamer or of sojourn (subtract)
retired admirably
bearded, with knitting needle and spoon-fed teacup.
by me
....
teetotaler
foggy open-ended communication continued…
distant with capitulation, feeling as monotony.
sweetheart-belief dehydrated like a sloth with dysfunctional uptake.
[capital letter insubordination]
Headfirst!
diver to rung
disembark from strung misgiving and thorough footing!
socialize
piss electricity loudly into a pail,
ably siege the kind mistress slot a-titter
and bud molten, hooded gear.
welcome a drank triumphant,
and heaven to bottom you'd heel forth.
by me
....
untitled
(1)
tbsp. antics!
Christmas card family values,
heartburn increasing
bronchitis bearer.
[intersection handgun]
inject the orator animosity
preppy the poinsettia
the happy hour care with lunchbox.
commercial. spooky.
{fin}
(2)
wagon train:
poetry the elevate grandchild tricycle
output, excursion vigilant,
slipshod
two-dimensional procurement
trying, this pierce of...
{fin}
by me
....
Him with His Foot in his Mouth and Other Stories, 1984
More Die of Heartbreak. A Novel, 1987
Something to Remember Me By. Three Tales, 1992:
(1)
The Gift of the Magi
O. Henry's classic short tale of giving and receiving.
"dot dot dot Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. dot dot dot She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. dot dot dot It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. dot dot dotWhen Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task. pause
dot dot dot "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" dot dot dot and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" dot dot dot And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" dot dot dot And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. dot dot dot"
(2)
The Nobel Prize in Literature 1936 goes to Eugene O'Neill
"for the power, honesty and deep-felt emotions of his dramatic works, which embody an original concept of tragedy"in acceptance: " This thought of original inspiration brings me to what is, for me, the greatest happiness this occasion affords, and that is the opportunity it gives me to acknowledge, with gratitude and pride, to you and to the people of Sweden, the debt my work owes to that greatest genius of all modern dramatists, your August Strindberg. dot dot dot this was a love letter dot dot dot It was reading his plays when I first started to write back in the winter of 1913-14 that, above all else, first gave me the vision of what modern drama could be, and first inspired me with the urge to write for the theatre myself. If there is anything of lasting worth in my work, it is due to that original impulse from him, which has continued as my inspiration down all the years since then - to the ambition I received then to follow in the footsteps of his genius as worthily as my talent might permit, and with the same integrity of purpose. dot dot dot
Of course, it will be no news to you in Sweden that my work owes much to the influence of Strindberg. dot dot dot I have never been one of those who are so timidly uncertain of their own contribution that they feel they cannot afford to admit ever having been influenced, lest they be discovered as lacking all originality. dot dot dot No, I am only too proud of my debt to Strindberg, only too happy to have this opportunity of proclaiming it to his people. For me, he remains, as Nietzsche remains in his sphere, the Master, still to this day more modern than any of us, still our leader. And it is my pride to imagine that perhaps his spirit, musing over this year's Nobel award for literature, may smile with a little satisfaction, and find the follower not too unworthy of his Master."
(3)
---
oh you cannot know that. oh i repeat.
the human condition
our nature in long canisters
side-by-side in cellars
a taste for the one
far off in the back
considered dough
spit, hit, touches, impressions
headed for the cellar door, but empty
i picked again, empty
how much is there?
i picked again
and there was nothing there either.
by me
....
you can't make him drink
two peas in a pod
softly worked by sun, rain, and one green thumb
same root, same seed, same stem
she is wet but watered down, wrinkled
he is sturdy but as a nut, stone
water, dirt and warming earth
a rose is a rose is a rose
but squeeze a pod
pearls then empty
by me
....
trousers favour the brave
pound her full behind
sorry, love, too much planning
makes a man an accident;
an angry wife and a bed of nettles
look dirty now,
the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat
and the world is full of willing people
knock opportunity. pound.
sow lifetimes. pound.
happy happens, philosopher. pound.
LORD hate simple and great minds, alike
by me
....
the middle age
wet paper barking
like a million clocks
a drop, a tide of time
spoils the ink
don’t mind her!
oh, she is a storm, a moon
oh, people are scarce
but the well is dry and
calm is better broken then kept
you go, my lad
clash, clash, crush, smash
pound, pound, far underground
by me
....
I am, in fact, here to save the world.
those on the disappointment fence
are subconsciously summoning
those who believed.
a natural balance?
and the headstrong might just explode.
upsetting.
anything. first anything. anything?
a day, a god, a field, in the dark.
by me
....
coo
one blue bird
lips, tongues, feathers
soft worms and fine bosom
best bottom on a dull boy
one kiss lips
ears, words, feathers
hard want and better tomorrow
best hand in the bush
fine feathers make fine birds
by me
....
the turtle commandment
time leisure teacher
always mouth silence
for hours
lips spoil the teeth
by me
....
silly fish
the fool has a thousand brains
rich bait for dogs
love is stomach meat
best things always come in packages
beauty gives permission
but if the eye is on the roof, be the house not burned?
young self is a stranger to old self
soon parted, that thou canst not know
by me
....
word lightning
cloud-capped stone green
combustion engineer, extraction turbine
coal-dark fluid assets
family chain winding ten-wheeled locomotive
grinding
pivot, crash, heaven-lit
water
rust-red morning
dream wide-openness
honey grass
you sugar me, pseudo etymologist
inaccessible anti-nihilist…closet hypodermic…sugar
oh
you parent me, smooth-browed dog
by me
....
until they were carried by the current…
euphorbia was a boorish shade
omniscient yet choppy--
a speedboat
retch
downstream…
claustrophobia, while cagey,
could pinhole a tempest
a water-gate feat
bobbing along to a place
far down the river where the bank jutted out,
quiet wordsworth and beauregard
awake abutting
they were collected and tied together
…and cast into terminal circumscription
by me
....
Likely Neckline
the season of goodwill
grew vigorously
up as a tree
and swallowed up the sun
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.
the wind sobbed
the secret quickest
Timing is everything.
timber
by me
....
Sidetrack
They made that gate ages ago, he said, partly for a way of escape.
On a particular eightieth
an oxygen eater may
dabble in some soul-begging.
I do try to enjoy every moment of life and accept everything the way it comes without complaining.
by me
....
calcareous evelyn
omnipresent cardiovascular remitting
delusive, hugging indifferent messieurs
some of them do not care about rears and poor ratings
chomp
he felt worse, as he now had a sharp pain in his toe to deal with in addition
by me
....
cards missing
headline: iota the frog?
answer at eleven!
resident rococo president
supreme shade
cerebrus may be into scat
toil toil continuo toil toil toil
a button.
bop and clean retardant
soar hellebore babysitter boy
brainstorm be brawn curse
by me
....
cynthia and phillip
phillip, that shabby stag, sleepwalks
see torso, quad, lewd bony fixture
a room, another, stayed by deadlock,
admit
but emma it’s gigantic!
buckle bury vaccum
narrow complicity
detect cynthia!
everywhere spectator, amazon with switchblade
neuter, arcing cutlet
embalm with mustard.
by me
....
a semicolon haunting the third person
unheard-of cavity in the middle of information
cold-blooded politeness;
a deathtrap lain in selfish control
by me
....
masculine unfamiliar cul-de-sac
disenchanted hard rock was their approximate fortress
thereabouts heartbreak
tremendously armored as a compound
drive-by by defeat in rainwater
pothole screech
clench upholstery and fumble with rubber bootstraps
periodic hypothermia, timer sought,
and thinking it explosive [overcompensation]
intelligently pull ragged the moment
by me
....
atavistic
compose remembrance
appleton begin
delicate autumnal dapple
time taken naked
by me
....
up-to-date attraction
convoluted vortex or pragmatism?
steep me a heart attack
living room, hangout, dark room
a trap door for the unusual best man
a boarding pass for the snug abundance
combustible…fuse…delightful
assault!
thorough? hot? hopelessly odd?
by me
....
the ninth punishment
doting shriveled passion on the neatness nettle.
secondly,
with the cosmonaut, was this suitcase encumbrance or accessory?
cloudy…
sorcery: the wasted melee.
blackout…
[curtain!]
by me
....
double-spaced feeler
the odds and ends of construction in a fluorescent workshop
clinically retrace bereavement and God on paper
wait for a waft of warm-hearted in the neighborly vicinity
quarry for unhappy in the porous dejected
seed, belly, aptitude:
the dependable vivisection of goodness
for a cannibal of teardrops.
by me
....
puberty markdown
fem. as an ideological consequent:
the sorrow of collarbone or
the power of a cutthroat tramp?
work that Adam’s apple repeatedly…
lovesick was on clearance.
by me
....
romance depress recipient
urbane stray
you’d colored collusion obsolete.
a closed shop ages regretful.
the ubiquity of cataclysm
was a vestige of B.S.
and advertising is ill-fitting to indecision.
silently, red-eye
pray to linens and soda water for commiseration.
by me
....
innocence sundown
(construction paper, symmetrical, exactly 4 x 12)
unadulterated toddler,
earnestly cross-legged
at the threshold of a ladies’ room
unoccupied but for floss, fishnet, eye shadow
and terminal inhumanity
the domesticated giraffe, exquisitely in profile, typecast,
was a bleak award—Popsicle parity—but…
but clung to as a pillar of
optical illusion
by me
....
feeling thoughtfulness
finger the rich marmalade joy of balanced ground
while sunbathing in the idyllic yellow of yesterday
if a splinter of hopelessness jogs the nail and
sires the rush of present tense seepage
withdrawal is in the atmosphere.
enact the power outage charade
brightly dumbfounded to go
head-to-head with the blind
violet midnight licks off-white
dizziness,
direction loss
from the hole of normality
by me
....
honor roll
masculinity - the watchword of a generous motormouth.
hobnob with a king-size package
nightly, midweek, happy-go-lucky.
cartwheel, drop hard, and squirm
a dipstick rotisserie!
barnyard, yard, sand, side street…
bottom on copier [unprofessional]
or art room, equipped with paint
marble and polymer.
expose physique for service.
a registered nurse, in eyeglasses,
apparently dispatches life support.
by me
....
quality control
excessively editorial? guilty.
disinherit the role of oratory goon and
the ensuing demolition by tongue-in cheek.
the cartwheel of thesaurus naught mask presumptuous familiarity.
stifling inhalation.
not to pedantically oversee
but as softhearted sponsor, a manual adoptive of good-natured respect ensues.
ventilation.
the human condition
our nature in long canisters
side-by-side in cellars
a taste for the one
far off in the back
considered dough
spit, hit, touches, impressions
headed for the cellar door, but empty
i picked again, empty
how much is there?
i picked again
and there was nothing there either.
by me
....
you can't make him drink
two peas in a pod
softly worked by sun, rain, and one green thumb
same root, same seed, same stem
she is wet but watered down, wrinkled
he is sturdy but as a nut, stone
water, dirt and warming earth
a rose is a rose is a rose
but squeeze a pod
pearls then empty
by me
....
trousers favour the brave
pound her full behind
sorry, love, too much planning
makes a man an accident;
an angry wife and a bed of nettles
look dirty now,
the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat
and the world is full of willing people
knock opportunity. pound.
sow lifetimes. pound.
happy happens, philosopher. pound.
LORD hate simple and great minds, alike
by me
....
the middle age
wet paper barking
like a million clocks
a drop, a tide of time
spoils the ink
don’t mind her!
oh, she is a storm, a moon
oh, people are scarce
but the well is dry and
calm is better broken then kept
you go, my lad
clash, clash, crush, smash
pound, pound, far underground
by me
....
I am, in fact, here to save the world.
those on the disappointment fence
are subconsciously summoning
those who believed.
a natural balance?
and the headstrong might just explode.
upsetting.
anything. first anything. anything?
a day, a god, a field, in the dark.
by me
....
coo
one blue bird
lips, tongues, feathers
soft worms and fine bosom
best bottom on a dull boy
one kiss lips
ears, words, feathers
hard want and better tomorrow
best hand in the bush
fine feathers make fine birds
by me
....
the turtle commandment
time leisure teacher
always mouth silence
for hours
lips spoil the teeth
by me
....
silly fish
the fool has a thousand brains
rich bait for dogs
love is stomach meat
best things always come in packages
beauty gives permission
but if the eye is on the roof, be the house not burned?
young self is a stranger to old self
soon parted, that thou canst not know
by me
....
word lightning
cloud-capped stone green
combustion engineer, extraction turbine
coal-dark fluid assets
family chain winding ten-wheeled locomotive
grinding
pivot, crash, heaven-lit
water
rust-red morning
dream wide-openness
honey grass
you sugar me, pseudo etymologist
inaccessible anti-nihilist…closet hypodermic…sugar
oh
you parent me, smooth-browed dog
by me
....
until they were carried by the current…
euphorbia was a boorish shade
omniscient yet choppy--
a speedboat
retch
downstream…
claustrophobia, while cagey,
could pinhole a tempest
a water-gate feat
bobbing along to a place
far down the river where the bank jutted out,
quiet wordsworth and beauregard
awake abutting
they were collected and tied together
…and cast into terminal circumscription
by me
....
Likely Neckline
the season of goodwill
grew vigorously
up as a tree
and swallowed up the sun
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.
the wind sobbed
the secret quickest
Timing is everything.
timber
by me
....
Sidetrack
They made that gate ages ago, he said, partly for a way of escape.
On a particular eightieth
an oxygen eater may
dabble in some soul-begging.
I do try to enjoy every moment of life and accept everything the way it comes without complaining.
by me
....
calcareous evelyn
omnipresent cardiovascular remitting
delusive, hugging indifferent messieurs
some of them do not care about rears and poor ratings
chomp
he felt worse, as he now had a sharp pain in his toe to deal with in addition
by me
....
cards missing
headline: iota the frog?
answer at eleven!
resident rococo president
supreme shade
cerebrus may be into scat
toil toil continuo toil toil toil
a button.
bop and clean retardant
soar hellebore babysitter boy
brainstorm be brawn curse
by me
....
cynthia and phillip
phillip, that shabby stag, sleepwalks
see torso, quad, lewd bony fixture
a room, another, stayed by deadlock,
admit
but emma it’s gigantic!
buckle bury vaccum
narrow complicity
detect cynthia!
everywhere spectator, amazon with switchblade
neuter, arcing cutlet
embalm with mustard.
by me
....
a semicolon haunting the third person
unheard-of cavity in the middle of information
cold-blooded politeness;
a deathtrap lain in selfish control
by me
....
masculine unfamiliar cul-de-sac
disenchanted hard rock was their approximate fortress
thereabouts heartbreak
tremendously armored as a compound
drive-by by defeat in rainwater
pothole screech
clench upholstery and fumble with rubber bootstraps
periodic hypothermia, timer sought,
and thinking it explosive [overcompensation]
intelligently pull ragged the moment
by me
....
atavistic
compose remembrance
appleton begin
delicate autumnal dapple
time taken naked
by me
....
up-to-date attraction
convoluted vortex or pragmatism?
steep me a heart attack
living room, hangout, dark room
a trap door for the unusual best man
a boarding pass for the snug abundance
combustible…fuse…delightful
assault!
thorough? hot? hopelessly odd?
by me
....
the ninth punishment
doting shriveled passion on the neatness nettle.
secondly,
with the cosmonaut, was this suitcase encumbrance or accessory?
cloudy…
sorcery: the wasted melee.
blackout…
[curtain!]
by me
....
double-spaced feeler
the odds and ends of construction in a fluorescent workshop
clinically retrace bereavement and God on paper
wait for a waft of warm-hearted in the neighborly vicinity
quarry for unhappy in the porous dejected
seed, belly, aptitude:
the dependable vivisection of goodness
for a cannibal of teardrops.
by me
....
puberty markdown
fem. as an ideological consequent:
the sorrow of collarbone or
the power of a cutthroat tramp?
work that Adam’s apple repeatedly…
lovesick was on clearance.
by me
....
romance depress recipient
urbane stray
you’d colored collusion obsolete.
a closed shop ages regretful.
the ubiquity of cataclysm
was a vestige of B.S.
and advertising is ill-fitting to indecision.
silently, red-eye
pray to linens and soda water for commiseration.
by me
....
innocence sundown
(construction paper, symmetrical, exactly 4 x 12)
unadulterated toddler,
earnestly cross-legged
at the threshold of a ladies’ room
unoccupied but for floss, fishnet, eye shadow
and terminal inhumanity
the domesticated giraffe, exquisitely in profile, typecast,
was a bleak award—Popsicle parity—but…
but clung to as a pillar of
optical illusion
by me
....
feeling thoughtfulness
finger the rich marmalade joy of balanced ground
while sunbathing in the idyllic yellow of yesterday
if a splinter of hopelessness jogs the nail and
sires the rush of present tense seepage
withdrawal is in the atmosphere.
enact the power outage charade
brightly dumbfounded to go
head-to-head with the blind
violet midnight licks off-white
dizziness,
direction loss
from the hole of normality
by me
....
honor roll
masculinity - the watchword of a generous motormouth.
hobnob with a king-size package
nightly, midweek, happy-go-lucky.
cartwheel, drop hard, and squirm
a dipstick rotisserie!
barnyard, yard, sand, side street…
bottom on copier [unprofessional]
or art room, equipped with paint
marble and polymer.
expose physique for service.
a registered nurse, in eyeglasses,
apparently dispatches life support.
by me
....
quality control
excessively editorial? guilty.
disinherit the role of oratory goon and
the ensuing demolition by tongue-in cheek.
the cartwheel of thesaurus naught mask presumptuous familiarity.
stifling inhalation.
not to pedantically oversee
but as softhearted sponsor, a manual adoptive of good-natured respect ensues.
ventilation.
by me
....
noun hit man
shoot double-talk
sire, a methodical eye…
misconduct reality:
1) occasional provocation
2) premature abstinence bridge
3) spark deciduous panic
a ruthless invasion? no.
concerning crime: not that kitten
but bitten, real this time,
as to gamble at the cost of common sense.
was the yo-yo of disfavor curable?
by me
....
way-out
she’ll soften the hardhearted into
a cartwheel beat
descend the undergrowth stairway to carnal riverfront
expect unforeseen fire to torch the rib
and defrost marrow
the grand escape
by me
....
Sisterhood
was lost to the grip of gingham and
the virtuoso of forbidding mother tongue.
in springtime dusk
small-scale mischief was aboveboard,
but ambivalence crept in
and the rough-and-tumble
employed a queasy punch
and the objectionable choke.
the protrusion of jealousy slew affection dead,
and self-made apartheid rang wall-to-wall
with a soundness and an odor as sure as seen.
multiple choice:
a) excess
b) deceit
c) the power of modern manufacturing?
by me
....
red-hot reference
stammer at the informant-tit,
impolitely command or affably blubber the and this…
the whiz of emancipated kindness will excise the outermost groggy
by meta-paintbrush, and can
sew, bead and darn chronology.
a unique hybrid of ethics and midwife.
by me
....
Laughingstock
slap a postage stamp compliment on the gal,
spike her grassland bleakness with a strip of withheld horseplay and
consign the underdog to hang.
ordinary accord is the post office box of vibrant antagonism.
a ghostwriter tourist can stall, as fitting airmail,
can puncture a pent-up wail from the bleachers,
and beat inflammation unintelligible.
that man has the knack of hand-me-down strangeness.
twerp.
by me
....
yen of submission
station snout at sweaty hemline.
swarm that compassionate bare bulb
and repair humbling deflation.
guzzle for soggy shelter--
this is not a physical examination,
or a blasé bargain of eggs.
try,
heaven is no hesitation.
by me
....
Chuck Illusion
This peddler of erosion
is accustomed to fine print gravitation.
So reproach the treacherous teeth with spasmodic technicality
For this obedient plunger,
drawing to a point as definite
as spick-and-span daybreak
with a tinge of savory blue color,
commands the squat and bob.
by me
....
Serviceable Dawn
That matchstick woke
with a hankering
to go boom.
Scientifically confirmed
as burning rotten.
by me
....
Spartan
acquiesce
untangle
instantaneously nonverbal
blatant
drape endearing
liquefy
ply permanently
in circular campsite, a full-time navel point of view
by me
....
indignity
the in
of inaudible was skinny-dipping
topless thereabouts
in a pin of independent moonlight.
opportune in…
abominable incarnation disjointed sirloin stamina grudging intermarry dealings routine reading disinfectant outing hamstring accounting Inc. gasp, and breadth exception suggestion relationship gotten
the imaginable nerve of in antics!
but cooler riverside
shrunk in
reckless in
pedigree significantly adrift
immune, that sentimental dreamer or of sojourn (subtract)
retired admirably
bearded, with knitting needle and spoon-fed teacup.
by me
....
teetotaler
foggy open-ended communication continued…
distant with capitulation, feeling as monotony.
sweetheart-belief dehydrated like a sloth with dysfunctional uptake.
[capital letter insubordination]
Headfirst!
diver to rung
disembark from strung misgiving and thorough footing!
socialize
piss electricity loudly into a pail,
ably siege the kind mistress slot a-titter
and bud molten, hooded gear.
welcome a drank triumphant,
and heaven to bottom you'd heel forth.
by me
....
untitled
(1)
tbsp. antics!
Christmas card family values,
heartburn increasing
bronchitis bearer.
[intersection handgun]
inject the orator animosity
preppy the poinsettia
the happy hour care with lunchbox.
commercial. spooky.
{fin}
(2)
wagon train:
poetry the elevate grandchild tricycle
output, excursion vigilant,
slipshod
two-dimensional procurement
trying, this pierce of...
{fin}
by me
....
---
oh i repeat myself.
and i have sprung a leak.
and i have sprung a leak.
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