I address you, and
you undress me
what am i to you?
you're a stream of consciousness
a bending river to my will
will you see me
thru my eyes
as I see
thru your lies?
I saw myself in the void
thru eyes the color of nothing
could you not see right thru me?
never before but
always since
then we are clothed in midnight...
steam punk
ReplyDeleteor steamer trunk?
your spelling blindsides.
I like
your coiled ambiguity
do I dare to snare
your attention span; you know
I know
how to share
.
.
.
Damn, I'm gettin' confused. This had hints of the Bandit Lady. Nicely done. I'm reading a whole different side of you. Am I to believe that you aren't all about violence and death? lol
ReplyDeleteI've been assimilating some of La Femme Bandita's style/method/format.
ReplyDeleteBut she's slippery when wet
as all sirens tend to be
I can also tune to TroutBait's frequency sometimes.
This is the way you find your muse when it's lost Paul.
You did an excellent job channeling Trout. Try Veronique. Might require a bit of study. She is PROLIFIC. Have her give you directions to The Pink Hotel. It's just up the avenue a bit.
actually, CTD it is PSM who has influenced me.
ReplyDeleteSultry and mysterious is this.
ReplyDeleteI love the images throughout.
This is my favorite of yours so far.
seraph
I actually thought I was reading Bandit's piece. What a pleasant surprise at the end.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I can't do blogs - I may stop by periodically, but I need a message board format to navigate. You know where to find me :)
Tango Poet,
ReplyDeleteare you slouched against a Tango Wall,
and do you do
Ballroom
or Argentine?
ugh...never ballroom.
ReplyDeleteAnd lately I've given up Argentina for New Orleans - blues is much more fun.