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"Treasure Box"
The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;
like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to every wall, they felt a certain kind release,
voodoo prayers ran through their mind subliminally,
the agony of adjectives and verbs being kept
beside ampersands conjoining objective pronouns subjectively
was a fluttering kind of let loose ecstacy
their creation connubial was escoteric, beautiful and ingenuous
and insanely free, in a voyeuristic sense, the art was in the act,
the pleasure was in the generosity of letting them all fly free
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Collected specimens can be identified to species using genitalic dissections and other internal and external anatomy that only can be studied through microscope work on a pinned specimen. The preparation of the wings spread and legs out, makes all features easily seen, including ones you will never see in a live insect.”
“Gently insert a sharp pin between the veins on the front edge of the left forewing and pull the forewing into place. Place a strip of paper over the left wing and insert pins to hold the forewing in place. Make sure you place the pins around the wing and not through it.”
Natural soporific narcotic
Recurrent suicidal thoughts
vaingloriously wend along winding road
within windmills of my mind
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yakking, yanking, and yawking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus decades long
perdition hellaciously slogging
slow as adam and the ants,
thru fifty shades of gray's
anatomy common weal
masterly baiting this motley crue (cutting),
beatles browed, beastie boy,
foo fighters kickstart new edition
quickening reo speedwagon treadwheel
outre gee (bee) us, grateful dead,
mailer daemons inhabit
cavernous fist size vastness steel
via herbie hancock (hermans hermits)
cheesy munster trap doors that steal,
deep purple swiftly tailored
culture club members squeal
hosted by megadeth
pack rat boston for real
venue at tokyo hotel,
via en grave invitation
signed by alice in chains poison huss kiss
sing, which will spellbind
once contents unveiled,
an instant jane's addiction peal
immediately choking off air supply
then alice cooper egging bad company
to hypnotize the guess who sacrificial meal
supplanting raw
primal scream from spinal tap
acquiescing self to abandon all hope,
especially if black sabbath joins
creedence clearwater revival
dark shadows would demand one
(to take a knee) and kneel
before sacrificing oneself
at the beck and call
of evanescent nirvana
experiencing permanent relief,
sans soul (twisted) sister riding a hansom
off phish hull heart shaped coffin
ample room enough for blind
melon collie 10,000 maniacs,
their healing powers profusely emanating
via m&m shaped talking heads
methinks averring obeisance
to judas priest and hooters
with metallica linkedin with mötley crüe
coldplay feeling of eternal sleep,
where quiet pussy riot
joins carpenters, whose underground
bunker with golden arches
resembles empyreal
heavenly vault wreathed soundgarden
with electric light orchestra
sepulchral crowded house indicative
cynthesis iz done on a green day,
whereat dizzy gillespie afterlife deal
and you bet your sweet bippy meme,
an extra bonus for orthodox believers
(absent myself - a skeptic),
whose karma credit Suisse
with long deceased meatloaf
with soul asylum and heart to anele!
In middle America — a small earth tremor,
not enough to scare the cat,
the cat felt it, and it told the mice
who lived in the walls.
"It wasn’t us", they said.
A mess on my desk;
the glass inkpot has toppled,
has spilled deep blue ink
on a sheet of white paper
printing upon it a smudging form,
— moth shaped,
and in the middle
a human figure– a man-moth.
I thought of ripple effects,
how all things run to the middle
when danger threatens.
I thought of Rorschach cards
and the anatomy of meaning.
Across the mid-point of the rug
the cat has fallen asleep.
The ink-image
tries to weakly crawls away,
its wet wings drooping.
I gently nudge it back to the middle,
eventually the ink dries and stiffens.
A lady and a pillow
I read about a woman who, when going abroad
takes a pillow from her bedroom, one with printed flowers
and smells of yesterday’s shampoo and rinse
not a silly little heart-shaped pillow was given to
the newlywed with a knowing wink and smarmy smile
so, what do I know about anatomy or the structure
of a skeleton?
The lady with her cushion doesn’t stay in the youth motel
but a proper hotel, where they say: “Does the madam
like a cup of tea? She sweetly smiles, wishing the question
had been of a sultry nature
The roaming woman visits art galleries and museums
dines at a nice restaurant that has white tablecloths
wide chairs and soft music
“Does the madam like dessert?” She sweetly smiles, but
wishes the question had been daring, what she whispers
to the pillow.
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Your eyes shaped like a dove;
In addition your hair is as of a flocks of goats;
This I proclaim it's not a joke;
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Moreover, your smiles pure
As pearl white and even as sheep-shorn
Thanks are to God the you were born;You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
In addition your lips are like the threads as of scarlet;
And your voice so gentile mentions between bass and tenor;
Well!!
Your neck as the tower of David and the gold;
Your shoulders squared as the horizon, God's horizon
Wonderful your beautiful
The breast of your anatomy liken two young roes galloping
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Strong as a lion a face I employ;
Separates the girls from the boys;
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
June 2 20079c)
Inspired by Song of Solomon 4:1
From Anthology " Purpose and Calling"
I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands.
I felt like a slot machine whore.
The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand
I abandon my past at the shore.
So, I shook off the sand, turned my back to the surf,
Locked up my anatomy bones, took a number two pencil,
A number nine cloud and set off for the mountains alone.
There was nothing but traffic stretched bumper to butt.
Gave a thought to a change of career.
I was stuck on I-80, my foot on the clutch,
Feeling life slip away in first gear.
Had to exit the freeway and find my way home.
Didn’t miss it, just favored the sound
Of someone I know simply saying, “Hello,
Been too long since we’ve seen you around.”
Found a town full of hipsters with hats made of whims,
And jeans that screamed, “Don’t let me down!”
Spliced the mainbrace on Bank Street and wandered about.
Crossed the bridge to the north side of town.
Grabbed my bat when I got to the ballpark.
Checked my stance when I stepped to the plate.
Eyed a runaway fastball aimed straight for my chin.
Up and in, slammed it far and away.
Felt hard in between and hard in betwixt.
Been disavowed and eighty-sixed.
There’s broke in me that can’t be fixed.
I’m bad, and I’ve never been badder,
But I wonder was it worth it,
The cost of all I had to lose to get here.
I’m a fish out of water that learned how to walk.
A fish out of water for sure.
But I’m living it up like the Duke of Burgoyne
And my Duchess is luscious and pure.
It’s been a long hard road to Easyville
Where I manage my domain on Tunnel Hill.
And I haunt the ravines between Cromby and Mingo,
My barony a triumph of the will.
COLLABORATION WITH SABRINA DEI ARCI
In the depths of her web,
a heart beats cold and nil.
Lust and danger intertwined,
in a deadly gash and spill.
Caught in her Venus trap, entangled sap,
unable to flee her anatomy,
A widowmaker's allure, a haunting anomaly.
(First chorus)
Widowmaker-Black -- Widowmaker heart -.
Heart beats so cold, and traps, dethroned takers -
Widowmaker-pasts', skeletal bones,
get lodged in Her lap as you're threaded along.
Down at the rainbows end
How can you be so happy alone,
You go into sudden death
Set on your Dungeoness Game of Thrones
Parade round your web-bedded heart-
Guest book, ledger is signed in blood
Queen to his rookie rook,
taken as if he were merely a pawn.
(First chorus)
Widowmaker-Black -- Widowmaker heart -.
Heart beats so cold, and traps, deathroe time-makers -.
Widowmaker-maps', echoing moans,
get lodged in her lap as you fall forth headlong.
(Second chorus)
The hourglass sands are gone -
Like a window to his soul -
Let off the strange trip you're on -
Spellbound bound by Faith No More.
(3rd Chorus Mix)
Down at the rainbows end -
how can you be so happy alone -
Haven't you ever found someone -
someone you want to call your very own-
With each broken heart, she builds her walls higher,
a wounded soul, consumed by her own fires.
But you will taste your own burn replacing desire -
Sow your own venom -
Scarred by love's betrothed in it's mire,
she fears to let anyone enter in, Her inner sanction,
a defense mechanism instead of tears that shed
beneath her skin.
(First chorus)
Widowmaker-Black -- Widowmaker heart -.
Heart beats so cold, back for the attack +
Widowmaker-laughs', at marital bones,
they're lodged in your trap as you thread them along.
(Second chorus)
The hourglass sands are gone
Like a window to his soul -
Maybe she'll keep this single one -
In her dimension, of faith of love to restore.
Shadow-lover -Laughs -- Pleased on her Medjool...
Mutilated mind constructs the precinct of recluse
Encasing the stifling loneliness of sad prison
Languishes there the surrendered psyche.
Agony unsurmountable relentlessly
Negates the positive perspective of hope
Cauldron of dissonance remote from the rhythm of the outside
Hollowness inside filled with drops of depression in adagio
Obdurately prolonged as untiring mental affliction.
Latent desires are demolished and the malleable mind
Yields to nostalgia, the melancholic remnant of yearning.
___________
(I chose to use Acrostic form to dissect melancholy to
discern its anatomy)
May 9, 2023
Contest : Anatomy Of Melancholy
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
Un-revelling Rivalry
Who am I to speak of historical rivalry I cannot contest
all the clever myriad truths conjectures and refutations
about the two masters the two foes with huge presence
when history acclaim appreciation is subjective personal
up front and back stage up all artistic ins downs and outs
My parachute helicopter mind wants to give first prize to
to Leonardo for free flying inventive rebellious mind and
he helped me with anatomy dissecting corpses and all I can
still smell fragrant formalin preserving miraculous tissues
when I had to learn those medical terms and cut into flesh
But then Michelangelo shares my middle name though I am
no angel but who can proclaim that I may never be biased in
associate vein in quite shallow post-post-modernist anticipation
when the great man also painted in narrative personification
Deluge Drunken Noah Creation of Adam Madonna and Child
Okay family man that I am I resort to holidays with my children
and am so sad to admit that we never so far made it to Rome
sacrilegious or not but how could I pass The Last Judgement
when seeing Sistine Chapel’s altar would alter the verdict
of Ignoramus with leisure time spent on Normandy’s beaches
Well now I recall that trip to Euro Disney when we walked
from Tour Eiffel to the Louvre where I temporarily lost my
little boy Moritz and almost my temper when the devious villain
hid from the artwork was sulking because the Mona Lisa was
so small and he was so tiny could not see amongst masses of
tourists the smile and metaphorical writing on canvas and wall
So in all earnest while giving a toss I could-would have to resort
to tossing a coin in regards to whom why how and whenever the
rivals could measure up to history my history my story and life
Even and because of my whacky literal critical stance and my
stanzas bordering on mockery heresy subtle subjectification
you must remember that I have one tongue and two cheeks
And while seemingly ridiculing an important theme of historical
prominence I still bow in awe admiration yet lodge my own angle
perspective whereas the two grand master’s problem was not
what I would behold in my eyes and my soul in full radiance but
that they chose not to consider each others contrasting beauty
as compliment complement Leonardo Angelo Michel Da Vinci
01st September 2016
i erase existance when i see you
everything exists when you walk by
i would give up my existance just for a hint of eye contact from you
you only notice my existance in the throws of my imagination
thinking of you, i try to hold back my tears
fear feels like thorns piercing my ghostly anatomy
there is one particular throbbing that just may lead me to blindness
however i will take that risk just to elongate the existance of you in my mind
i become an addict on purpose and by choice
i become dependent on my version of your sweet, gentle voice
if i only had one chance, one opportunity, or one moment,
i would freeze that existance within the confines of my mind
the image of us in a circle of any type of bliss causes convulsive catastrophes
i force the existance of the multifarious feelings to just remain remaining
i am internally pleading for you not to disappear from the simplest region of my
sight
yet you do as always, and i am left with another date with disorganized episodes