O’ fluid friend,—
—O’ liquid lover, please
embrace me, soothe my sootheless, stranded soul—,
—caress my restless thoughts, and set them still.—
O’ sap of spirit,—
—sweet sip of ambrose!
O’ potent potion,—
—O’ magic mixture, daze
me, dazzle me, nuzzle me, numb my frill
fringes |— —| Droll Dame, find me a drooling fool.—
O’ nectar of the night,—
—dose me for a doze…
Keep me cohere,nt and comp,osed—‘sxcu,se me—
I’m stumblin’ on your slippy words,(I meant
mine,—ours?)and now you sweep me to the flo,or.
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O’ fluke of fortune!, wicked whiskey’s woe!,
why wrong you me thus?, morn’s scalding sun askant
breaks blaring through my window,— head — aches — …sore.
Wandering off
drifting hither and yon
Stumbling without purpose
through maddening throngs
Askant in reflection
devoid of all thought
The badlands awaiting
— eternity fraught
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Conspicuous
by his absence
Entrenched
in his abeyance
Condemned
in his reluctance
All feelings
askant
Forgiveness
but a carrot
From a garden
long estranged
Those closest
to his exit point
Bereft
— and unclaimed
(Villanova University: January, 2025)
Beneath the fabled, innocent and polished mind
In a tinderbox wrapped up by an askant beldam’s hand
Above an unmarked grave that is welcoming, rather kind
A pair of eyes noticed a hue in the dunes of white sand.
Nom de Dieu! Shall we move forward as I amn’t uncivil,
Scarcely having been crude or a tad coarse,
Do not trap me in the cyclone of this swivel,
Do not tempt me with a sale on a second-grade bourse.
A gauche tongue displayed a tonne of venom
Is it just a gene that could not have kept it shut?
There is nothing more that destroys a character plenum
There is no pain anymore that felt like a punch in the gut.
Ohh Helen, this time a polemic won’t start a war
I originate in my own omphalos, in silence and solitude,
Driven by sheer desire to wear nothing more
Then my pallium until my last prelude.
Fighting Tuesday’s boredom,
he decided to play a game
And because he’d never done it,
he decided to test his fame
He mouthed the most nonsensical words,
with imagery askant
Then wrote them down from right to left,
a backward forward rant
To see if then his audience,
could make sense of this ruse
He published in the New York Times,
for readers there to muse
To his surprise they cheered and raved,
and called his name out loud
And said that T.S. Eliot,
from his gravesite would be proud
They found deep meaning in every word,
each rooted as a farce
And saw an abstract Moby Dick,
within his dark discourse
With pen in hand he pushed away,
and leaned back in his chair
And scratched his head in wonderment
—at the myth his fame could bear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Fighting Tuesday’s boredom,
he decided to play a game
And because he’d never done it,
he decided to test his fame
He mouthed the most nonsensical words
with imagery askant
Then wrote them down from right to left,
a backward forward rant
To see if then his audience,
could make sense of this ruse
He published in the New York Times,
for readers there to muse
To his surprise they cheered and raved,
and called his name out loud
And said that T.S. Eliot,
from his gravesite would be proud
They found deep meaning in every word,
each rooted as a farce
And saw an abstract Moby Dick,
within his dark discourse
With pen in hand he pushed away,
and leaned back in his chair
And scratched his head in wonderment,
—at the myth his fame could bear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Blinded, wheels spinning frozen in time, all I can wish for
a brighter twilight, pure divinity, askant undivided my
weary-souls sweet release. Peace... beyond these
days... lost behind these prison walls of my own
morbidity. The shroud of pain that consumes me
in my denial, lifted. My hope for me another to be set
free, loves promise of equality.
Willing and open, honesty. Heaven-I've heard is not as far off
as some may believe... !
Answers are never found ever fully known, opportunity's reminisce
of all those fallen bridges, burnt down by pride. The distance that lay
between remains to be the questions never asked... the greater divide.
Children aware of their need knowing God provides, in their innocence
they run free mid royal, lavender-fields laughing, their pleasure, joy,
embracing this delight.
Time gracious, mercy generous, faith a journey, forgiveness
perfection, acceptance; the answer.
So given the brilliant light shown down gloriously
now every day on all of us of this, what
now is my choice to be... ?
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Author notes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08e9k-c91E8
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Inevitable to-fall it is; rise up,
merely; being-man... .
God's-Grace, quiet-jester; promenading-askant;
of this...
offering-yes.... !
Frail, are we-time-(H)onest-(O)pen, (W)illing,
falling-away; longing.
Such it-is with love... His-mercy.
forgiveness-I believe... .
Author notes
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