Let’s just see if I can dream, spontaneous, asleep
while seeming fattish, gaining weight while planning
exodus from messes left another day and time
when I was crazy, youngish, blind and stupid
Just like Mommy said I might be
Words & Image
by Jeff Glovsky
No Babies …
* * *
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 …
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!
* * *
doodle, doodle #1)
“certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,
across love covered, self-righteous
breakfast tables“
you and I fornever
always
“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 …
* * *
Feel free to contribute still …
&
Always be a poet, even in prose.
This Happy Nu Year
* * *
… 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 …
doodle, doodle #1)
“certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,
across love covered, self-righteous
breakfast tables“
… what’s the next line, Jaspar?
“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?
* * *
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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( 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
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, 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
