Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Meticulous

METICULOUS 

Thom Love Pruett – his effect on absolutely
      everyone around him –
Impeccably dressed
Moderately slight in stature and weight
With features suggesting a certain hauteur    and
With promise of shrill snippiness should he 
      be upset

His expectations of those close enough to   
    converse are maniacal 
And apply equally to self
Things have a definite love of geometry
Yes!    A geometry of things    but
Just things    like
A bathroom towel    how it hangs just so
The kitchen cupboard    all things at proper
    Interval  and height
You name it

Seldom, though, does Thom Love consider
    flesh    
         another’s feelings

One might ask – how can such an outright
        consistent prig have friends?
Well    neat-freak  Thom Love (never just    
    Thom) holds aces in the monetary and
         political game
If you pucker up your ass-kissing lips and
    do so with a loving smile
Thom Love might, so called, set-you-up

He rules the Pruett Tower with a strong
    but     latex-gloved hand
And you’d best be dressed with conservative
    Care
Lest Thom Love – known secretly as Pru –
     will assume his awful prune wrinkled
    dried apricot stare

Blame it on his childhood house –
A dwelling of three odd souls –
Where all was in dusty    dirty array -  
         dinner dishes stacked by a greasy sink 
        floors caked with brown stain 
        did I mention they had many cats?
        nothing thrown away – books    
            magazines stacked high
        windows grayed from tobacco smoke
I could go on and on

Well    at 21    Thom Love came
        into an inheritance
    from a sane   deceased member
    of the Pruett clan
After his parents died in a house fire

He vowed to put all around him in proper
    (geometric) orders
Should you run into Thom Love
He’ll not shake your hand    but
Examine your clothes  your studs  your
    glasses    your watch    with gleaming eyes

Dave Austin

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Joe Maverick July 15, 2017 at 3:26 PM Yes its me..' Oh how well portrayed Daver I can recognise many self's here maybe some parts of my past-self? but those were put on the shelf..' Damn..' I shall have to fix those brackets.' Can hear an ominous creaaaking..' Whew..' riiit riiit riiit got another screw in; now where was I? yes well done today..'

Connie Marcum Wong March 30, 2017 at 5:33 PM It sounds like you know him personally Daver. You have drawn a portrait of a man who was shaped by his past and has changed his future because of it. I tend to think that we all do that to a certain extent. I know I certainly have. I enjoyed getting to know him through your poem. Easter Blessings, Connie ; ) Daver Austin April 1, 2017 at 10:04 AM But of course some of it is me, but i have a sloppy side too. Love, old daver

Nette Onclaud March 21, 2017 at 2:29 PM vivid poetry so well done, daver.. i feel the sting!...huggs

Michelle Mac Donald March 18, 2017 at 3:06 PM Love the imagery and metaphors here; "prune wrinkled dried apricot stare" Thom Love mustn't be a happy fellow. A crude measurement of people, using a shallow geometric mind. He might have forfeited the crystal pyramid prisms of the spirit, the brilliance of a diamond mind. Even the Essence of one's own personal Mandala; Not to be taken nor exploited. Keep well, stay safe!! Love, Mikki

Andrea Dietrich March 16, 2017 at 9:37 PM This is a fascinating character study, DAver. I would not mind coming into an inheritance like your Thom Love!!!

Doug Vinson March 11, 2017 at 10:45 PM One heck of a portrait, Daver! : )