Perhaps it has always been the
starkness of being between us,
cocooned stasis
away and between the measured
beats that pound life out of
red licorice-kissed lips.
Fall we did into oatmeal puddled
existence, and there we languish
where the only shared thoughts
are of milk,butter
and sometimes guns.
How I long for another
hot creamy cereal
to stir my disposition
up to something
more than tepid.
ok, is it just me? or has your poitry achieved new altitudes?
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ps... love the Vonnegut inversion title
ReplyDeletered licorice and oatmeal.
ReplyDeletea study in contrasts.
this piece is so full-bodied, it reminds
me of wildflower pods popping seeds in early fall.
I wonder to whom you call, and how, in this
otherworldly spell, (s)he could possibly resist you at all.
oh, I neglected to say that the mention
ReplyDeleteof guns caught me off guard.
I thank you both.
ReplyDeleteTrout you are tooooooooo sweet.
V~ the old guns and butter popped into my head.
do you think that I should delete that? I was unsure about it.
XXOO
seraph
no
ReplyDeleteno
no
please do not delete.
it surprised me very agreeably
I love the red licorice-kissed lips. That's quite good.
ReplyDeleteAmong the many crazy spelled English words, I never understood lice-er-ice. But learning Mandarin is no easier I suppose.
I have no idea how guns go with oats but I love both.
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ReplyDeleteWell then the guns stay! I really appreciate the comments and feedback.
ReplyDeleteCTD~ for more information on guns and butter click here:
http://www.investopedia.com/terms/g/gunsandbutter.asp
violence very often lurks beneath the banal.
XXOO,
seraph
In many ways seraph and V blend as one--
ReplyDeleteeach; however, individual, as one notices
no matter how many times the clothes dryer
spins red garter belts come out as snappy
as when worn and Paris pink panties come
out much as sweet as they were going in.
But in combine they are 'one.'
By this I don't intend to say seraph's po-
etry is all garter belt and V's all Paris
pink panty-- or V's garter belt and s's all
Paris pink.
but intentions are to be questioned.
This hotel makes me hot ...
palinurus
a man whose need for love is enormous.