Hard-Boiled Flash-Fried

A piranhic fervor

Mashes slivers of contraband

Performing analytical gyrations governing

Stasis lariats plot and contextual unrest jots the clots

Beneath the freshly painted

Drying drip, enlarging the rather primitive gargantuan of diffusive tryst

A frigid portal balanced to

Temporal tracts of subterfuge

Lashed and leashed atop below

Flash frozen, hard-boiled symptomatic rungs of throe

Days rise, nights fall

Evening the promiscuous spawn

Articulating the sun’s pre-modulated yawn

Alive the art, influx of fuse

Feelings gripped until the rouse

Marked by sectors, hours minutes seconds

Abbreviated by imaginary stops, starts, pause and magnetic glares

Mourning requites the night-like tear

Transitioning quick from hear to their, bordering upon

Furnished lawns with chairs stacked beside pool-like ponds

Symmetric long-views stammering over conically inclined tinsel fawns

And so goes the mercantilian, with it’s sable skin and cryptic grin…

Mechanical Claws and Guillotines

Chasing the mechanical claw

Into cabanas, run to strip

Outfits clipped before the Tiki flame

         Discovering hanging nails

Feel no pain

         Fragile dichotomist

Blending thick

                  The rationale of a slouching pessimist

Into the frothing arms of hope rustlers- dribbling along, hair slicked back as they pass along, equipped with antenna high, enough to catch the temperaments wide

Vanity is proclaimed

Acclimated as order

Shown the seams

Bathed with justice’s daughter

         Knock on door makes a hollow sound

Hollow flavor once more, even though the scene couldn’t be more clarified

Occupado/occupied

         Just in case foreign fingers flick knuckles into

Rat-a-tat-tat, rapping again and again..

         Shut up I swear I’ll kill you…

Arresting looks received

Eyes start drifting

She better not reach for the buckle

Better not kick the shoes on

                  A MAN CAN”T PERFORM WITH ALL THIS PRESSURE

Quarantine

Five fellows dined on a meat-filled donut

To which they exposed their innards out

Created mass discombobulated screams

Breckenridge

Skiing

Slopes of downy flakes

Frosting up the arterial landscape

Rubbing palms together

For warmth

Then use that heat

To wipe away the fogged window space

Buckle up

         A job well done

                                                      Rolling eyes

Toss a coin

         To the sentinel by the door

A timid fringe look upon the scowling upper lip

         Twip twip…peacock’s got some plumes

Kick up those spurs

         Clink clink…

Looks they come but I don’t care

         I’m rocking away in old justice’s chair

All darn night if I choose

Not a law around here I can’t abuse

Broken staccato

Encumbered legume

Senility

Lying fleshed

Provoking enjambments

Hardly created for purposes of this ilk

Guillotines, HA,

Sharp blades to necks

Peacocks

Exposed

HA, Guillotines

Poached remnants

Of puffy lips

Chasing the mechanical claw

Sometimes leads you to the bull in the center of the bar

Some days you’ll find justice saves

         And others…

You’ll find not to piss justice’s daughter off

Bounty

Undocumented

Roped into a corner

By men with dollar sense in their eyes

         “Would it make a difference, any at all, if I blamed it on the man outside the stall?”

         Arms held by each the companions’ swift marching feet

         So fast in fact the floor beneath

         Became but grazed by the tips of my feet

Into a room,

So decadent and dark

Through the seventies beads used for a door

         And their stands old Justice with a glass and a cigar

“I don’t suppose that’s water there in that glass?”  trying my best to speak in a similar accent

         Notched his brow and tipped his brim

                  Never once connecting Vis a Vis to dear old me

But I Knew, once he said, “Clear the room” that the outlook for me would be mighty grim.

         Then he spoke but one more time as his daughter waltzed through the opposite side, dragging something behind her back,

         “DISASSEMBLY” Justice sharked out again, just one word in a tone that couldn’t be proper for a man of law

         Wriggle, jiggle, tossing about, yet I couldn’t elude the grunts holding my arms

And at this point the glowing daughter embraced my face, was but a little bit ago-sure she could taste her taste, but even so…

         She yanked at the rope that she dragged tow,

Berated sure, but I’ve got tough skin,

         Confidence in the system beamed from within

Lawmen won’t do what dangerous folk think to do

That’s when the confidence drained, as the daughter’s gift

Came to be saw, to which all could be said “ Guillotine, ha, ha, ha”

Origin Story

I've been meaning to create a blog for much some time now.  There are numerous reasons as to why I've never got around to starting one until now, the main ones though are my key 3 vices in my life, Distraction, Procrastination, and exhaustion.  Distraction and Procrastination seem to go hand in hand, or at the very least procrastination really becomes the product of distraction, and as far as exhaustion goes, I really, at this point, just have to deal with it, I require certain prescriptions due to injuries sustained a few years back and being overly tired just seems to be one of those side effects that pester some and not others, I happen to fall in line with the pestered crowd.

In any case I've finally gotten my bearings about me, at least for now, and hopefully this blog will provide numerous benefits:

1.  The top reason I'm creating this site is for therapeutical reasons.  I feel that if I set something in motion, this blog, and place myself in the committment circle, making a promise to myself first and foremost, and then to whomever chooses to visit, then I'll be more productive in both quantity and quality of material as well as helping me sort out the days and create some form of order in all the chaos that seems to almost hourly smother me.

2.  Another reason for this site is to help me deal with ideas and issues, sort of a sounding board, and I find it easier and more enjoyable to work things out via poetic output.  This is kind of an important idea, as I'm really about learning through the subconscious mind, and believe the mind truly does speak to us when we give it time and a medium, of which I find poetry to be the perfect medium.  So upon completing a piece I'll look at it from all sorts of angles, internally that is, and see what I can get out of it, so at times the work I post may not be what some would call complete.

I prefer working with first drafts as they seem to be the truest connection to ones' soul.  Occasionally I'll analyze something I've written and then change things up a little, that is if I can consciously think of a more cohesive or more descriptive way to state the message I feel the first draft contains.  However, by doing this I may be changing something important, something unintended for change and quite possibly would be distorting the meaning altogether, so this will be and up in the air type of process as to the when and where I alter pieces.  I will however make mention if the piece is a first or subsequent drafting.

3.  As with any piece of art released for public consumption, I'm hoping that readers can find ideas or images which they can relate to either directly or indirectly, and hopefully provide their minds a vehicle from which they can springboard over hurdles in their lives, bandage wounds that were at one point seemingly clotless, or just provide a momentary respite of inspiration. 

I'm not ignorant enough to believe that everything, or anything for that matter will create a spark or a salve or help/assist anyone else, but that is my hope and intention here by posting pieces that have helped me out, or pieces that I feel could possibly help others out.  But each person is different, and each mind works in completely unique fashions and that, in my opinion anyhow, is what makes reading and writing poetry, the varying interpretations we gather and create, knowing and unknowing, such a special medium.

At times I'll list ways in which a specific piece has helped me, but not too often as I really don't want to force-feed my own interpretation upon others, or skew their experience in any way, so unless the message I received was so profound and need feedback regarding such a message I'll probably leave the piece intact without impression for everyone to delve into individually.

I do request and encourage comments from anyone who cares to share their voice on a piece or if something they read affected them in meaningful ways.  This, the ability to share and interact, is probably, in my opinion, the greatest gift this vehicle of expression has to offer, and is the main reason I've been kicking myself time and again to get something up and running.

What you've just read here will almost certainly be the longest piece of non-poetic conversation published.  Occasionally I'll broadcast things I've experienced or issues that come to my attention, of which I'd like an audience, but again that is not what this site is about, and for the most part, outside of comments and response to comments, won't be part of the daily offerings.  This site is about a lot of things, discovery, relations, sharing emotion etc...so I do apologize regarding the completely non-poetic origin to this site, and wish to state I simply felt it necessary to explain certain things, before things get really going, so everyone knows how I plan to operate and what readers should come to expect of this site.

My first piece will be coming soon but until that time I look forward to sharing and discussing all things poetic that consistently swim around this persons mind.