Alone and hungry
left leg aches like a broken peg
in the mugginess of its left slipper.
Not a good day for fixing anything
but the sealed and over salted,
the quickly warmed and spooned
that can be mixed into a taste-less medley
with other sundry comestibles.
The pantry,
(a recessed place with shelf-space),
is a dimly lit store for long kept canned products,
a once carelessly gathered and undated harvest,,
a compulsive cartload
that should never have been bought
opened, and cooked
in any company but strictly my own.
In that larder molders a canned fodder;
here anemic asparagus stalks wrapped in tin
are jammed together with diced jalapenos,
or glossily illustrated kidney beans.
Tomato and noodle soups are haphazardly piled
atop of various loosely defined
stewed meat offerings, including canned Spam
naturally.
After the so-called cooking
(more a revealing of a much mushed-up
mixture of misnamed contents),
I sit down with the steaming plate
allowing the metallic aroma to entice
peckish yet suspicious taste buds.
Fed now with the quickly chewed-over
I’m both glad and grateful
that this ten minute feast
can be wolfed down in so much less time.
Categories:
glossily, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Images from a cogged apparatus.
Fingertips toggle milled brass
abreast a concertinaing leather.
Tripodal spread, pegged legs.
Women paused in pose,
a gilded stillness.
A plump bosom peek-show.
Wide-open lens revealing
knee’s, and ankles,
silky ribbons; lace decorously draped
over a connivance of modesty.
A gentleman photographer
throws a dark curtain over
his head.
The models are captured
framed as they are
inside a light-box of silence.
An artist has added a color tint,
their cheeks are rouged
lips glossily red.
A luster and filigree
of bygone corsetry teases the eye.
Posturing in an upper room.
A warm lamp licks Tiffany shades,
shadows halted in mid-flicker.
Feathers and brocade adjusted,
imagination moves, veils fall,
flesh flexes.
Their legacy a démodé,
an optical glow from a yesteryear,
one to be admired in secret.
Categories:
glossily, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Long dreams
Alternate seems
Short happiness
Emerges snappiness
Sweetly savory
Faith bravery
Glossily scuffed
Hardly chuffed
Heat cracked
Odds stacked
Ignitable flame
Hope's aim
Pair required
Thoughts rewired
Both rediscovered
Love recovered
Categories:
glossily, poetry, writing,
Form: Couplet
Long dreams
Short happiness
Sweetly savory
Glossily scuffed
Heat cracked
Ignitable flame
Pair required
Both rediscovered.
Categories:
glossily, writing,
Form: Free verse
Too often, with smug self-satisfaction,
he flaunts his wealth and social
position.
He boasts about his alleged pedigree,
traceable, he says, to some
royalty.
With what he thinks as sartorial elegance,
he prances around in a snobbish
trance.
But atop his glossily groomed hair
dance a couple of lice, a creepy
pair.
I neither laugh nor make a face at a face,
but I make an exception
in his case!
Categories:
glossily, parody
Form: Rhyme