A Little Odyssey’s Arrival (Departing from Imagination’s Station)
He was a giant!
A psychotic fisherman soaring in his traditions,
though,
still upsetting the stream to a chilly April’s opening trout season.
If only I hadn’t stopped earlier to pick the blister from my finger
that I scraped upon a piece of driftwood in my clumsy stumble,
I might never have seen him from across the causeway.
He was some sort of witchy street performer by face,
but,
when my back was turned to swat that pesky wasp annoying me,
he shot at me with his teeny, poison cupid-darts!
The festering holes that linger within my heart were then infected with
his venom,
and how it turned my beating heart cold!
And I was struck paralyzed! Hypnotized,
though I could not speak my pleading thoughts about this.
As if my limbs were robotic,
I had sunk like a ditsy, cartoon accordion under his leash.
Oh, this is not the love for me!
A vice-like chokehold from an ugly one-eyed brute!
And he was just so devout in his adoration of me! It was creepy!
A grotesque rock boring a gigantic, misshapen nose,
that can only take measure by
the steps of his overgrown toes.
If only I could catapult those fabled stones to reach this sort of Cyclops!
What noise he made! What a jittering clatter!
And then,
there was an ominous thunder that rightfully erupted under the dirt floor
after his seemingly drawn-out five-second temper-tantrum.
All because I would not say his name. I will take his collar!
But it was what happened next that I took to my diary about! Unbelievable!
A fissure smirked cleverly as it sprawled itself lazily about Earth’s tissue,
exposing itself boldly,
with no respect or consideration for the young!
And, oh, how they all screamed! A societal stampede!
In any case,
it was quite disconcerting to watch the world eat itself up,
and then repulsively purge whatever it could into some unknown recess of a distant
alternate reality.
A crystallizing process capsulating a history for the books
A Girl Within a Girl
She didn’t see the off-road avenue
to the left side of
the sewage plant across the road from the dilapidated garage.
It was all but lined in gold for her,
and it shined like the waking rays of morning’s first gentle sunbeams.
But the poor thing was tired,
and each of her peers took a gouge at her eyes, splintering her vision with their criticism.
She never wanted to be centerstage, I tell you!
She only wanted to be a friend to a stranger.
A falling star to grace hope in a misguided world.
And look how they circle around her and spit!
Steering her from the lighted path that is her fate,
and backing her into that dark well that harbors her every dreaded fear.
She falls.
An endless pitfall, but not without the title of a nightmare come alive.
The saliva-stained walls that capture her silent screams
suffocate her
and scald her flesh.
She is only a delusion inside her own madness.
An Empty Chair at My Tea Party
The artificial taste of your pollutants parachutes cheekily
underneath the sweat bead
of an over-sweetened venom-leaf tucked inside
that colander-like charm.
Just so steadily it sways, and how shiny its metallic hue shivers,
like a royal tea-infuser plucked right from a Medieval breakfast table.
And just like that little, silver holder doing its duty,
slowly your toxins drip down into my dollhouse teacup
filled with an afternoon’s delight.
Then,
how mesmerizing my mania is born under the swoosh-swoosh
stirring motion
of that tiny tea-leaf pendulant
as it tick-tocks like an antique stopwatch.
Cuckoo! Achoo! It’s Noon!
A hollow timber growing as a throbbing belly ache
from under the dark cupboard space inside the pantry of Grandma’s
gathering kitchen.
It’s a bit icy behind these bare and empty walls you left me in,
and I just kind of really
want to go numb in the bite of this frigid silence here.
Can there be a tepid softness to this poisoning of me?
Wrapped up in lambskin carpet and twisted ingeniously.
Ouch. The taping of me.
Thrown about like an anchor in the deadened eye of a Turquoise Sea.
My Perennial Pleasantry
It’s the first fresh scent of a newborn Spring’s hyacinth
that invigorates my spirit
after a gloomy Winter’s slumber.
And I wait,
and I know,
how that joyful vibrance to my essence is brought back to life
when Spring’s reminder of appreciation is gifted
through the awakening of my little guardian angels of nature.
It’s within the little bell faces of each bloom,
smiling up at me under a youthful dawn’s shadow,
that hypnotizes me!
I am mesmerized at this epiphany to cherish life’s blessings!
Every glorious promise that faith could present
is gifted to me
through the pastel garden portrait of a sentimental season’s uprising.
But,
it is the faded, pink hyacinth that calls out most intimately to me.
For it was the very first flower
that rode bravely in the grip of my first-born son
as he smiled so lovingly and presented it to me
on my first Mother’s Day so many years ago now.
What a magnificent treasure is held within the Dutch hyacinth’s emergence for me!
A Thursday Evening’s Indiscretion
Dawn had come and past,
the tulips never yawned and the dew only hardened in sticky clumps upon the leaves
of the shrubs and stuck to the trees like their own sap.
The Sun didn’t awaken this morning.
There was a fire display within the cosmic zone during twilight yesterday,
and here that darn Sun got himself intoxicated by gorging on falling stars that zig-zagged
through the sky
while playing tag with the meteors.
A fond reminder that every organic thing
has a boisterous adolescence;
and a grim caution
that even the Patriarch to life can have misjudgments, too.
Custodial Dopiness
Shh!
I hear him roaming about. Shuffling my things.
That nosey janitor who shifts and biffs,
and scutters the clutter,
inside my hidden closet space.
He’s always bumping into this
or spilling that,
and his clumsiness puts a disruption on my carefully scheduled itinerary.
Come to think of it,
I don’t remember him being on the payroll or even giving him
an interview ever. How strange.
Though,
he does do a damn, fine job at keeping those pesky rodents away!
He can stay today!
Shouldering the Burden of Yesterday
And yesterday, I cried,
though I do not know why. Tears. they fall,
and I cannot catch them all.
Tempted by a dream of tomorrow,
but all that lies inside is sorrow.
A deep, dark place.
And I see that ugly face of a depressing day.
That’s all I can say.
Though,
I wink at the hope of getting off this tightrope.
Look At How the Pretty Thought Shifted
Would anyone care to rest with me?
I am among the posies
and the daisies
as they illustrate a dance under the moon’s neon light.
I lay here,
bare-chested on the velvet fabric of Earth,
humming lowly to myself.
Though,
I believe I may be lost in yet another daydream
that had turned into a delusion.
And once again, it has gotten the best of me.
What a desirable comfort this madness must find
in my mind,
for it can never seem to stay away! Bah!
Bar Stool Confessions: Playing with Fire
And I'll tell you how I escaped a fiery end with fate, my new Wednesday night bar friend.
So, order up, keep 'em coming, and listen closely,
without a stumble or a slur,
to a story of my deviance in faithfulness, and my subsequent brush with death thereafter.
My anchor of a wife is about as unpleasant as they get,
and not much of a cook either.
She sleeps upon the pile of newspapers that we keep near my armchair because I cannot
stand the way she snores!
She doesn't laugh and never swears,
and always goes to church every Sunday. She gave me two beautiful daughters.
However,
I must admit that I am a man of instinct,
and I am intrigued by younger women who may have kissed but have never had the touch
of an experienced man like me.
And I always aim to please.
I think this could possibly be a disease, pal, might you think?
Now,
I do feel a pain within my heart
for my dear wife who has always been faithful and by my side.
My betrayal punched her a good one,
and now she and the girls are staying with her sister. (But I know they'll come back.)
Mind you, she is a good woman. Do respect her.
My sin had cost me in reputation as well,
hence my nights currently spent as a lonely, old drunk.
And I am man enough to confess,
that it is from my own egotistical, carnal greed,
that her heart had broken so darn badly.
And it was the death of a sacred vow heard within her painful cries that rang out
loud enough to awaken my consequence.
Ho, tipsy comrade of night!
Do believe the rumored tales of a Fire Goddess who comes for the cold-hearted men
who have betrayed their wives!
Disloyalty proves a dire lesson to them,
as it had to a few unlucky neighbors of mine.
We all heard the rumors, and I knew these men well.
So,
I listened closely to the gossip of my brothers and what became of them.
Each had a craving for forbidden lust just as perversely as I.
And each was also unfaithful to their wives.
Upon every individual end,
as the chit-chat around the tavern here goes,
my colleagues had all met with the most gorgeous, young gal a man could ever dream up!
In their fascinations,
this Fire Woman would come to them and consume their spirits
to make peace for
the saddened wives they had devastated.
And just imagine the fright that chilled me while on a pleasant evening stroll
of a bare alleyway,
the one just along the fence of Denver's industrial yard.
I was on my way home from work one night, about four months ago,
when I came upon the severity of
my terrible indiscretion.
Before my eyes, the most delectable, irresistible woman was soon approaching me!
I was struck hypnotized! Mesmerized!
What a spellbound beauty that I ever had the luck to encounter!
I know this sounds a bit wacky,
but listen to me, buddy!
I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't met this goddess myself!
She was the epitome of a marvelous tribute to woman!
How I fell at her naked feet like the last brittle leaf of Winter!
I am not afraid to say that this She-devil wrangled with my soul,
and she was victorious!
As I was at her mercy,
regretfully awaiting the horror that had come for my peers, to come to me,
I couldn't help but to let my loins showcase their intensity.
Even if redemption could be blessed,
my physical honor would have condemned me.
That uncontrollable, immature pelvic pounce should've sealed my fate right then and there, but,
as that moan greedily crept out of me,
despite my best efforts to keep myself in check,
especially in the last moments of my life,
she cocked her head at me curiously instead.
I didn't know what to expect,
though her reaction was not it! For she eagerly grinned at me!
But this was no ordinary smirk, sir! Oh, no!
This crescent upon her face was full of intention! Of desire!
I could taste the anticipation in the scent of her saliva as it melted so intoxicatingly
from her plump, fire-red lips!
Oh, how this bewitching femme fatale had a taste for my flesh as well!
It was in this moment of vulnerability that she went against her convictions.
And it was then when I made the most spectacular, unbelievable bargain
with what could very well be
a modern-day Lillith.
But this was no devil in disguise!
There was to be no twisted evil to the outcome of my wish to touch her!
And what she offered me next, any stink of a man would have been a fool to deny!
The sensational flow of her words stained my tastebuds
as I caught the taste of her woodsy scent, mixed subtly with a hint of elderberries,
though I couldn't tell you one word she spoke.
Because when her right palm reached out and pulled the butt of my chin up to look at her,
I was nothing less than totally and astonishingly electrified!
There is no other sensation in the universe like her skin shyly intrigued by my own!
I wanted her to take me there!
In any way she cared to impress me! It didn't matter to me!
All I wanted in that hour
was for her image
to be a fantasy come true in my last second on Earth.
But as I said, old pal,
this Fire Goddess gave a deal too good to be true.
She insisted, really!
Not that I would have resisted, but I truly has no choice in the matter!
I watched her tremble, nearly violently!
She could not contain herself any more than I.
And, ahem.
Well, let's just say there were fireworks on display in the nip of a dark, narrow alley!
A sucker-punch of a controversial, hedonistic tryst gone wild!
What a ravishing phenomenon!
Our time was brief, though monumental,
and I can still savor her pheromones as they were
dancing, teasing,
my inner compulsions.
And then,
she unwrapped the leather belt that lay around her waist,
and she let that velvet, gossamer robe give way, exposing her abdomen.
Boiling in her womb,
was the face of an enormous, other-worldly fire that roared about inside of her!
I prepared for pain,
but I instead found,
that laying inside such a raging judgement,
there also cradled a gentleness. A tender undertone to a volatile ignition.
She was a woman of pure love.
With a blazing inferno of passion to show for it.
She never promised to see me again,
but she never said good-bye to me either. Is this the aftermath of my transgression?
Am I destined to forever grieve for a lost love
that I barely even touched?
What's more,
and I am stealing a bit of her intimacy in telling you this, chum,
but in her last mortal-like breath,
she whispered giddily to me my fate.
That stellar witch has pardoned me from death,
and absolved my wretched sin,
as she cleansed my spirit beside the fire that crackled from within her belly.
So,
I am a new man today,
though not completely emptied of the spoiled daydreams
that got me to this point in the first place.
But I must say,
I am a little strange to wonder if adultery could once again gift me the presence
of that sultry Fire Woman!