He whirred around for quite some time
hounding his stubby runt tail
copious spittle, a flying trail
coating the walls with sticky slime;
before stopping, panting a spell
then restarting counterclockwise
as if it would less tantalize;
the tail continued to rebel.
The cat looked on in feline scorn
I, in turn, observed both dog and cat,
who was having fun; me, the cat,
or dog pursuing a chase forlorn?
A picture perfect moment but at a stand still
You can see and even feel a touch that isn't real
Your thoughts and actions are well played out
Waking up and remembering what it's all about
Dreaming of past decisions and present regrets
Making a big promise to someone you never met
How often you see a person possessing no face
At the same time your always in the same place
If you're having a nightmare nothing wakes you
Only the sweet dreams never seem to continue
In your dreams you're never held to a promise
Anything awesome always remains anonymous
You can do things you wouldn't do otherwise
Life in a dream seems to go counterclockwise
Don't give any thoughts to what they may mean
We can escape from reality through our dreams
counterclockwise breeze
the fringe of Fall inside-out
static headspace
Leftward went his stride, counter to the sun he strode.
They said he was magicked hence by the fairies
or was a mechanical manikin
witched up from a pot of spells.
Old widdershins had a stove pipe hat
and his clothes were plucked from a crow
he was a longshanks, and wicker-boned,
when he circled a church counterclockwise
old wives muttered about the ‘devils work’
but he was just crook-legged and addled.
Queen Mab midwife of the odd and less ordinary
made him from willow cane and burnt straw
and when he circled the wrong way all day
it was only to stabilize the penny-farthings
that roamed around country churches back when.
The land, despite dire warnings,
did not lose itself in a maze of sorrows,
for all was an enchanted misdirection
a hocus-pocus roundabout detour,
a contrary conjecture
that right was always right despite,
and left was just a gauche and a gangly wish.
WHERE THE NOR’EASTER FLIES
what is the weather, dear.
oh my! where we last sailed
the Nor’easter flies.
oh my, i’m blown over
my darling, that’s clear.
forgot you’re docked over there.
i’m inhaling (yes i do)
the counterclockwise winds
that are keeping you.
piloting your plane
without delay
spurring you South.
see the heart-shaped clouds
like tobacco smoke
as i slowly exhale.
sorry, honey,
i’ve tipped your coke
on the clumsy stewardess.
she deserved
a black eye
but all is well
now sit back
and enjoy
as i land this plane.
10/10/2019
Copy…paste
Counterclockwise time.
And then slowly it all merged
to an old worn-out page.
I smile too little, I think, now a day
Learning a lot of difficult definitions, lately
Kind of a customized story
Yet a repetition of hundred times.
Boon is a divine word
Could not be compared to a curse.
Kindled and enlightened so
Don’t care about shadows.
Hey babe, I have a confession to make.
When you and I first met, a perfectly inelastic collision must have happened,
Because now all I can do
is to stay by your side.
When you and I first met, I know we’re a one-to-one function,
Because you are
My only solution.
When you and I first met, You got me falling for you,
and I can’t stop
According to Newton’s first law.
Babe, so tell me that you love me,
Because you are the
Counterclockwise torque
That is turning me up.
Tell me that you love me,
Because if I am silver chloride
You must be nitric acid
The only one that can completely dissolve me
And break into my heart.
Tell me that you love me,
Because I want to know that we are not two lines
On different sides of a vertical asymptote
Whose futures shall never cross.
Give me a chance to be your nth degree taylor polynomial
That is tangent to every little bit of you,
So tell me that you love me.
wisteria bines
wrap around a rustic fence -
counterclockwise cling
a robin weaves through raceme
its wee pretty wings giddy
4/10/2019
bines - a twining stem
raceme (ray-seem) - a flower cluster with the separate flowers attached by short stalks at equal distances along a central stem.
looking up
at the down
spout shower head
reaching
as if trying
to take a selfie
but really
just adjusting
the water's flow
and so
a stream erodes
two peaks as it leaks
down from thighs
to knees beneath
to ankles then to feet
to toes flowing ten fold
down a counterclockwise
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Deconstructed ideas of a maniac has me perplexed
The gears are turned counterclockwise
A backwards internal clock tells time differently
Thoughts that should not be understood
Visions that cannot be pictured
Analyze them not, but respect their genius
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
If your tongue gets so slippery, be wise
Otherwise,
There is no counterclockwise
I watched the clock struck twelve.
It turned over and over
Until it reached twelve again.
Suddenly, a moth flew at my sight.
I stared at the blank space,
My past turns like the clock.
On twenty eleven, I was on Jim’s clock,
Last year, on John’s,
This year, on Joy’s.
Different clocks with same moves,
On different time, On same path.
Is there a clock who turns counterclockwise?
None!
Morning Shower
This morning I have carefully slumbered into the bathroom to start the shower
Groggy and tired I turn the control counterclockwise to a satisfying temperature
I step inside the cubical and shiver with the initial shock of water pouring on me
My body starts to melt as the warmth covers me like a warm blanket
Worries and agendas come seeping through the shower tiles like unavoidable green monsters
Clouds of steam give a ferocious roar and the mischievous scoundrels scamper off into hiding,
Knowing that they will return once again
I’m taken to some place new
A beach with sand white as snow and the sun’s rays kissing every inch of my skin;
With the sounds of a soothing melody and a reggae beat off in the distance
I don’t recall the song but find myself knowing every word and sing along,
As my mood is calmed and contented
Frozen in time,right before my eyes
suddenly my life reversed counterclockwise
moving right along with no hesitation
I begin to move backwards I lost concentration
Reminiscing about my past history
entertaining doubt,confusion and misery
driven to despair from the effect of my condition
blinded my thoughts I lost my position
"Lo and Behold"I was set free
ambition came to rescue me
moving forward with my eyes set
on the prize,never to revisit counterclockwise.
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