Nathaniel Köhp Poet Free verse

Tchotchke

My abecedarian fingers
Numb to their recalculations and lexicons
I brush slimly my thumb through each
And clasp myself in fives or nines

It sinks its full weight like an equivocate clasp
One gaucherie to an eldritch comeuppance 
A padlock lip nimble and pivoted like sickness
Delicate but ultimately dependent upon timing
The human stomach is a pendulum
I feel mine pulse as cynosure cascaded

I cherish extemporaneous occurances
Empyrean palisades and medications
I collect as a dictator my tintinnabulations
Of etiolated tchotchke and clamp my fistful
Stumpside in the rivulet, Adamic clay bathes
Of my clasping reconnaissance of fives and nines.

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Hana Ryusaka October 2, 2009 at 5:14 PM You are amazing. I love the repetition... and also just the continued imagery relating to numbers/figures. This is my favorite part though: "One gaucherie to an eldritch comeuppance / A padlock lip nimble and pivoted like sickness / Delicate but ultimately dependent upon timing / The human stomach is a pendulum (!)" I thought the lack of punctuation worked completely well with this, too. LOVE YA! Daffy

Carolyn Devonshire September 30, 2009 at 12:55 PM Had to look up tchotchke, Nathaniel, and was surprised to learn it referes to knickknacks and trinkets. I certainl agree that "The human stoach is a pendulum." It's the center of pain and feeling for me. Very intriguing write! Love, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick September 30, 2009 at 11:40 AM This is a thought provoking piece. Not sure exactly what saying here. I notice some language that is used in medicine and herbal cures. Keep writing. Sara