Cuffing Season
Frightful scenes of cabin fever
during the lonely cold winter
gives reason for cuffing season
and placation for the freeze in.
The physical shivers over
frightful scenes of cabin fever
stuck indoors without companion
for comfort and intervention.
The ominous clime messenger
signals the psychic to weather
frightful scenes of cabin fever
and seek a mutual partner.
With sharing hearts of utmost zest
throughout the chilly love-in fest
and laugh away dreaded winter’s
frightful scenes of cabin fever.
I Almost drowned,
which is to say,
I fell upwards into a darkness
that contained no earth or sky.
Ten years old and a strong swimmer,
but that lake only buoyed up
its own natatory denizens,
it allowed some to swim,
some to glide, dip or delve,
but it consumes skinny 10-year-old kids;
that being the cloud spawn of an alien shore,
must be dragged down and chewed,
like the pale moons reflection.
The muddy waters are one creature,
a sucking swirl, a single stomach,
it throttles, it snags with cuffing weeds,
clogs with the intestines
of convulsive ghosts.
I am drowning,
then they pierce that lusus naturae
with a long pole thrust from a skiff;
yank me out of its crushing press
like bait from a basilisks reeking maw.
Years later I still awake
from that heaving ‘lac sombre’,
an infection of the imagination
I’ve been harboring parasitically
inside the moil of engulfing dreams.
Perhaps incongruously,
it takes some time before I will enter rooms
with too high a ceiling.
They lied me back in bed,
cuffing me down.
They said it was all a dream,
a hallucination.
But I saw him.
I saw him standing at the door,
tall and dark.
He talked to me, he was real.
He loves me,
he's real.
*This poem was written for Nikko's contest. The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed. I won 1st place in the contest :)
Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy concoction!
Pimp forgot cumin, Gigolo forgot flour, Cowboy forgot corn
Gigolo plotting to corruptly copy Cowboy concoction
Cowboy growling “You forging fool !!!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cowboy flipping Gigolo; Gigolo tromping cowboy, Pimp crying “knockout”!
Conflict fizzling…Cook Off Critic got nitpicky….Implying civility
Critic nibbling Gigolo gyro concoction…critic crying
Critic nibbling Cowboy wonton concoction…critic vomiting
Critic nibbling Pimp minty concoction…critic grinning
Pimp winking, flirting
Critic wiggling, winking, flirting
Critic confirm Pimp Cook off Victor!
Cowboy mournful
Pimp ogling!!! Glitz...Glory
Gigolo crying, “You floozy!”
Unruly Commotion!!!
Cop cuffing Gigolo to go to court
Tick tock…tick tock….Tick tock
Jury confirm Gigolo guilty!
Pimp, Cowboy, Critic go clubbing
Breathless air hung curdled in sparse trees
eavesdropping playfully
mystically concocting a fragrance
so fair so eligible
to fly without wings
playfully tickling the nerves
of those who lack romantic stimulation.
His hazel eyes did slide a bold, smooth ride about her waist and beyond
horizons that lifted and broke their puddled silence.
Each word a rock in which he spoke
heavy and boulderous, beautiful and gray.
Anticipation fondles her curious tongue lubricating quickly,
the nerves which quake and surrender to suffocation.
Such confinement renders speech to whither as the glassical dome
holds hearts hostage, cuffing their eyes and hands,
refusing to appease the morning dew which begins to sound:
dripping, dropping.
Descending into the hazel night,
one last face they see they feel: the moon, he’s dying;
he’s smiling.