Haunting and haunted,
These visages with lacy, saponaceous curds
Depending and plummeting,
Do I on the pebbled porcelaneous integument
Of the whitish shower floor scrawl.
I wonder, as frothy masses of foamy, bubbled soap
In the shower traverse mine body and ripple and course
Undulant across my sinews, driven by the pound and pour of the
Plunging, cascading cataract of pressurized shower water....
I wonder, I mull and I ponder over the
Accounting, the tally, the sum total of those
Ephemeral faces by soap and pressured water engendered:
Those ghastly and spectral faces which precipitate
Diluted, water-blasted soaps have, in
Soppy, splashy, soap-lashing
Depositions on that pebbled floor atop of which I stand
(Or did when the inspiration for this poetical work mine
Did, whilst erectly bathing, occur to me)
Yet how many multitudes of these
Through the course my myriad bathings and showerings;
How many of those horrid, demonical, haunting and haunted
Physiognomies did I of a moment
Indirectly will, if you will, into being-
Even whilst the shower coursed pluvial and pouring waters thundered all around?
Categories:
demonical, absence, adventure, age, america,
Form: I do not know?
The girl struggles with her bonds.
A thought races in her head.
Why was I so dumb?
Why can I leave but I choose not to?
All is disturbed by a creaking sound.
A figure stands in the door,
Arrowed tail whipping,
Fiery trident cracking.
He glides to the girl.
Asks her about their deal.
She is free to go.
Yet she cannot move.
She tugs harder.
It does not help.
She pulls with all of her strength.
Nothing gives.
Then she thinks of the Lord,
The Son and the Holy Ghost.
And her soul rises up, up, up
Into the clouds of heaven.
Categories:
demonical, evil, heaven, satire, youth,
Form: Free verse
I wasn’t much of a bonnet gal
never wanting to mess my hair
at scouts I was the first rascal
to toss that beanie in the air
and run the *ell out of there!
My college days brought brims most carnal
which dipped low in the front like Cher’s.
And head scarfs I removed, a scadal,
to wrap around my bosoms bare
so cold in the concerts open-air.
Much latter, at my wedding avowal
with a veil over the whole affair,
I walked down the isle triumphal
with a husband most debonair
and oodles of family who stared.
But my most favorite hat was lethal,
as a pirates moll, I had savior faire,
black leather and most demonical
with peacock feathers trailing for flair
“Argghh, me hearties, I was the bonniest there.”
Categories:
demonical, funny
Form: Quintain (English)