(Unfinished) Business, by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Works in Progress

Quick Ones (While She’s Away)

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doodles and sketches

In the least green, meanest

streets of the city, trees

preen, praying for

respiration


I remember the hugs I

used to give her;

remember

the love

we would shudder and

be in


Still feel

the warmth of

her body and sighs;

still drown, when

I tap my mind’s eye, in

her eyes


Together is how I still wish

to remain

with, inside, her.

Outside

is unbearable

pain.

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Doodlin’ the New Year

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This Happy Nu Year

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I’ll start it!  I’ll start the dance!

… then you come in with a line or two and we keep it going:  I’ll choose three (3) lines from your submissions to my three (3) poetry doodles below, in January.

At the end of January, I’ll post the nine (9) lines that I select … your best lines, which best seem to flow and complement each set of my words, my lines, below … and then you can vote to help us build …

(y)our new poems.

Alles klar?  Alles gute!

doodle, doodle #1)

certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,

across love covered, self-righteous

breakfast tables

what’s the next line, Jaspar?


#2)

I’ve woke up broke

before

but not broken

… Yo!  help me out, yo


#3)

In the slice knife that is

A.M., I cut through

to get my things done

Where am I?  Anyway?

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Send me your orphans — your left lines and Good Ones — or new lines and images you conjure, to complement my three (3) poetical doodlings, above …

&

Always be a poet, even in prose.

– Charles Baudelaire


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Whore Touches Self

( À Charles )

Whore touches self
on parts infected with
stains of old lovers,
vile caresses…

Moldy lips cleft,
shriveled flesh,
try to smile;
parted thighs repel,
reveal
sadness, sickness, deep inside.

Whore touches self now,
applying youth magic…
remembering long agos,
drying dimmed holes


Alison

Blonde — whiskey-laughing,
nicotine husk and
drunken smile (out of head!)
invites me to a moistened world…

Affirms me and accepts me there;
aroused appraisal,
more to share,
firm curves! And ripened
testament to sin:

Begin with nape,
atingling down to
ridges, bold and true;
still down further,
apple bounty: Pointed,
ripe and two.

From there, we ride
the delta plain
(it’s there where stains are common oopses… !)
Flaring fortress down below
surrounds the place
I want to go…

There!
Yearning long-ways,
smiling pinkly,
inside deep, recurring
nightly in my head,
the chance to bed blonde
Alison, all in
virgin blue and
red from heat
beneath the neon…

Moon and Jazz Blue drift Manhattan.
Mornings out and up
with tea and
thoughts of lustful
revelry, and
Alison.

But not with me.


Hot Nude Fish

Hot nude fish, you know
who you’re, yeah
you, who hotly flop, who
heated, heed the sounds I make
while hinting (hotly)
toward your hed’nist
bents.

Spent, flopping!
heat and fish-like, scent
of learning, seed
of Life up in you

*Kiss!*

To
Hot Nude Fish!
what makes me
vast blue days less
empty…

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Always be a poet, even in prose.

– Charles Baudelaire

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3 Monsters

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by Jeff Glovsky

Monsters

As I was sitting and having breakfast (trying), I’m privy to this overloud conversation:

“And it was just that hair, completely … unkissable! The way she carried herself, and that nose! I mean, the woman is just plug ugly.”

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Dumb Monsters

The Dutch roll out of bed like we do. Stuffy, they’ll throw wide their windows; chilled, then just their curtains, let some light in. In their red bathrobes…

They don’t have any shame, these Dutch! Red bathrobes, or red window dressings…All the same to them. White satin panties and a milk-fed grin…

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I’m Not the Monster

The chair tips and the child howls…Bangs its head on the edge of a table.

“HaHaHaHaHA!”, staccato, high-pitched burst of another one. “That was funny!”

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