In a Time Capsule
I feel...
the close constriction of Space,
the to(o)
the fo[u]r ...
And all that came and Lies,
transParent to the Human i!
I feel,
hands upon the face...
looping 'round a sundial,
that will soon slow to a rest.
I feel the slipping of a
shiny plate ladened
with the final proffer,
rising from a bruised divide:
the deep Unknown that prepossess One,
as in sleep before the Dream.
I feel,
the Potentiate, and the weight:
and Sense...
the wake of day.
01.31.2023
24 Hour Challenge @H1
Please Don’t Send Me Flowers
Bring them.
Bring them,
...one by one
Every day.
Every day,
...stem by stem
In your teeth.
In your teeth,
...step by step
To my feet.
To my feet...
Oh, confounded, just come empty handed!
We'll pick dandelions from the cracks
of the walkway out back,
And toss straight water from the tap,
If you'll only wrap yourself around
these wilted shoulders now,
And let us bask...
01.30.23
Please Don't Send Me Flowers Challenge @Finder
Let Loosed
As a matter of Fact
It's not the matter
That smatter I'm
Scraping up off
Lavatory floors
of the big Box
Stall Store's.
It's not I,
my mind?
I'm losing,
and in
Losing It
am looking
forth
--loose-n-e-d--
Shit walked off
on Its own
Accord!
And I know
The Address.
I've tried before
NO TRESPASSING
flapped across
the door!?
Oh let me in
mental
next of Sin,
Don't disinherit
Me from my Will
I'm scraping by!
crud that ain't mine
off from my shins.
I'm deleting
the Beginning
'Cause,
I won't feel it.
The slamming
of the revolving
Doormat,
ain't taken
anymore:
Let's pretend
The End
is a sanitary
Apron tied,
as I'm wheeled
Down the aisle,
dressed like
wedding cake
& crackin' a
plaster smile.
01.29.23
Mental Breakdown Challenge @Melpomene
The Devil Wears Us Well
The Devil wears
Good and Evil
and wears it
All too well.
Cuts a sexy
figure down
the middle,
Cut above
a cute lil
belly pooch
Broached in a
lemniscate
diamond pin
whose shapely
pair of lying
question marks
intertwine and
beguile in their
Hypnotic arts
to limbo
the stricken
within false
Persona,
wearing skins
and outfits,
to the nine:
Admired but
illusioned in
Our minds...
01.28.2023
The Devil Wears ___ & ___ Challenge @MedusasSon420
*Tea with my Ghost*
I turn the tiny ear
of the china cup
and saucer upon a
lazy heirloom dolly:
"Thank you,"
"How considerate,"
"Much obliged,"
"Shouldn'ta-"
a splash of bitters
in the invite rings
like an ambered
purification ritual;
I mop the console
and suggest, myself
another go round..?
Chin chin, porcelain,
Do, dearie really--
No, I must insist:
and turn the trolley,
just a single drop
of Life's rust is left
in this old carafe
I'm a-sharing, here in
the drawing room
where the curtains
will be closing
very soon
I know I've had
the better half
of the pairing,
rendering a
contestant
on the rise with
seamy likeness
in the mist, as I--
I fade away into
the darkening
pallor of my
own shadow
01.27.23
Tea With Your host Challenge
@HeartofaWolf
Blessed be the Ashes of Our Love
Burn our Love letters:
Let it be known that I,
The Undersigned have
embraced the newest
Wave of minimalism,
and these Articles of
Faith are last to go.
Thus is my Will, and
my final Testament---
That the bundle tied,
with its tattered ribbon,
on my chest be placed,
as into the fire chamber
this soul is made to rest.
In the beginning there was
the Word, and as it was,
in the Beginning of All,
Love, so it shall be then,
these Words without End
so that even the dumbed
might know it & live again.
01.27.2023
Blessed be the Ashes of Our Love challenge @Last
The Void Must Be Even Keeled
Void Must be Even Keeled
All are welcome here
the gross bilious resistance
that draws the masthead
beneath the dangling seaweed
will be made--
Maniacally clean.
The journal shall document
that our Tuesday next
was well spent...
How could I neglect?
the mental flogging
that dusted out every speck
in the mangled red carpet,
from the Attic of Aspirations
not yet met?
I mark it on the calendar
in pencil
for myself...
for you, you will not forget.
01.26.2023
Bipolars Gather Here Challenge @Finder
Operator? 9-1-
I had a pair
of iris that
I loved
blue-voilet
with gold
Ambrosia,
frilled and
feathery to
the touch,
C-U-T--
Perfumed
in the scent
of us
from deep
last night,
NO. 9...
I had a
couple shots
in the dark
that truly hit
the spot,
Click.
Naturalness and Artifice Challenge @Last
Check Please...
Truly we can love
this seated self
as Mythic,
above reproach;
But nay is that
really He? there
ceded at this
banquet table...!?
...Who gives out
Orders and
Accolades...?
and who tucks the
napkin like
a bib beneath
the dribbly chin...?
Is Man truly himself
if he is Subject..?
No, one can suppose
It ain't much so;
Serfdom precedes
as such and then,
Again if he be subject
and the object of
a meal in question,
we should indeed
question the Charge
as being truly and
adequately Objective,
if at all...?
Being prone to over
estimate his clout
and appetite, and
paying might,
on any given
Night...
to be sure
he/ she will surely
foot the bill, out
from three feet under
And in generations
to come again,
further still...
But as a Waiter
here very well off,
and down, down
down in the lines,
in the assembled
length of hands,
thoughts 'n rhyme,
I cannot help
but wonder
just a little,
teensy bit;
Should he really
..really now,
be subject
to Change..?
Or rather...
shouldn't he
just leave it
(on the table)
...as a Tip?
01.24.2023
Is a Person truly himself if he is subject to change? Challenge @batmaninwuhan
Rejection
This sensation
we're talking about
is felt palpably
just now
as you graze
across me
looking for
an X
to grind
into a
write
that stood
composed,
once, and
is thus made
disorganized;
True the critic
must discard,
uncontested,
we know it
in fact of Life,
and Fiction even,
as I write;
And again
as you read,
summarily...
Readied
to deny a
single
stroke of
approbation
on grounds
of insufficient
Appeal...
Should you
pause here
to wonder,
at the autobio
of this thing...
the Rejection
on which
we've teetered...
it is so much so
as to arrest
us both
in the center
of the I...
the inner
palpitation
of a rhymeless
rhythm that
carries on
like a grieving
widow with
a heart
that flutters
backward
and forwards
in a conviction
to fit a mortal!
"Anxiety attack,"
the good doctor
will scribble
in the notepad,
and prescribe
..a stimulant
or barbiturate
...depending on
the pinnacle
at which
we've stopped
mentally
disputing
...our contact
dismissed
at the end
of this period.
01.21.2023
Rejection challege @Finder