by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Works in Progress, Writing

Unwritten

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No Babies

Jeff Glovsky / Photo of Jglo

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I’ll start it!  I’ll start the dance!

Fish twist and wish

to be connected.  Primal

tappings into something longing

as the two of us.

Sustained piss shiver, poison throat,

and need.  Quake, flop

and sway a little…Heed the drum

and feed the Hunger flaming

up your Soul …

Conga
by Jeff Glovsky

 

I threw a Poem

and no one came …

 

At the beginning of January,  I posted a few unfinished Random Poetix, and invited participation in adding a line or two.  Though a few of you “liked” this, I only heard silence … There was not one WordSpeak-ing …

So I’ve added my own lines … I play with myself!

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doodle, doodle #1)

certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,

across love covered, self-righteous

breakfast tables

you and I fornever

always


#2)

I’ve woke up broke

before

but not broken

beneath

broken promises,

furious eyes


#3)

In the slice knife that is

A.M., I cut through

to get my things done

Cross Raspail, boulevard Leclerc

I fax a note to dear old Dad …

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Feel free to contribute still …

&

Always be a poet, even in prose.

– Charles Baudelaire

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by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Writing

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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