Papa-rot-sea
Downtown at the Uptown/
the class clown/
runnin’ on fumes of toxic clutter/
muttered /
shuttered /
buttered the breath\of/
her breathless/depthlessness\
deep down inside/
she’s shallow/
but a hard act to follow/
lots and lots\of/ wallow to swallow/
call me callow/
call me cad/
she called me the Cab Calloway\of/the Holloway Motel/
She was retro like that/
And\ I/ as always/was future/imperfect.
Click.
In reckless/ fecklessness/
\w/
imported impunity/
her whole damn community/
immuned\ from/immunity\
was up in arms/
and down on uppers/
was ground round/
and ready to tweak/
from that freaky sneak peek\@/ the speakeasy/beneath the peak of Pico/
to the shores of the Skeletal Keys/
in the rear of the Key Club/near Largo/
she’s a walking embargo/
Smile babe or vomit/
You wanna be a comet/
we need the cargo/
This ain’t trigonometry
Don’t just stand there/
Feed the economy.
Click. Click. Click.
Categories:
depthlessness, funny, socialme, me,
Form: I do not know?
When tickling feathers of conscience
had been innocent they floated
on the breast of the ocean.
Foaming youth formed dreams
on moon wound thoughts
and lighted eyes poured
the wisdom of a dream
into the bosom of an infinite sea.
A soul marooned in the depthlessness
of human maturity;
coveting thirst, desiring hunger
with unquenchable heart.
Soulful eyes forever seeking
young dreams on the bosom
of the infinite sea.
A sinking soul
resists the tide,watching timid
as dreams crest and recede.
A pregnant conscience
tarnished by greed can not float
on the bosom of the sea,
the infinite sea.
Categories:
depthlessness, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Free verse