Long Effluence Poems
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Futile effort to plunger the clogged kitchen sink...
courtesy malfunctioning garbage disposal
which won't be removed
by onsite maintenance man
UNTIL/UNLESS
fruit fly excreta wiped off
(impossible to access)
areas along bathroom and kitchen walls
so communicated "the warden."
Thus we (yours truly and his missus)
subjected to inhale
putrid, offal, and noxious
smelling stagnant water
until every streak
telltale sign regarding Drosophila melanogaster
exuded excretory evidence
vanishes without a trace
vis a vis thru cutting
qua yellow elbow grease.
Aforementioned hardy critter
approximately three millimeters in length
and two millimeters in width
one defiant little bugger
proliferate - reproductive propensity
of fruit fly enormous
under ideal circumstances
female lays about 500 eggs
impossible mission to exterminate
or extinguish pesky species
without declaring total mortal kombat,
and even then
no guarantee targeted
above named mite size bug
nsync with his/her brethren
blown to smithereens.
Despite all pervasive existence
plus ingress into mine nasal passage
as nostril dam us foretold
annoyance on par with midges
flying up into nose
far more tolerable
synonymous with lesser of two evils
versus exhausting these lovely bones
tirelessly suctioning refuse
pooling fetid water.
I will seriously ponder
posting gofundme site
as a last ditch effort
to escape nauseating
effluence out the plumbing bowels
worse smell than rotten Gotham
sliding down into behavioral sink
if management here
at Highland Manor Apartments
decrees fiat all secretion
indeed linkedin with fruit fly eliminated.
a didactic poem
When eloquence leaves you a’wanting,
if verbal effluence you’re flaunting,
should your audience appear daunting,
kiss the Blarney Stone.
I climbed the circular tower,
reached the hundred ninety-third step,
and waded through unhurried queue.
I trembled with anxiety,
gasped for ev’ry uncertain breath,
and paused to view but then I knew.
Hidden underneath the rampart
this infamous bluestone will rest
I shan’t pursue my lips on blue.
When commonsense says, “No way”,
if plain prudence seeks delay,
should consequence have its say,
pass the Blarney stone.
6
A lost monopoly game
Williams fright, bridge, faith
and urban blight, Williamsburg.
Soot gray and brick red
the buildings stand
slumped, shrouded
death in the abundance
of vacant buildings.
Waste strewn sea
of asphalt, concrete, and urban dreams.
Cracks housing cigarette butts
form paper chains at the bases
of forlorn locust trees.
Sickly trees, popping from between
wrought iron barricades spiked manmade thorns
an Appleseedian affectation of defiance
toward a city of cave dwellers.
Doors, blind, windowless..no eye out or in..
unwelcoming entries..present
surfaces flat, color-chip palettes
for the graffiti “artist” latest spray painted
monstrosity
“ahhhhhhhhhh urban art!”
Two story warehouse walls writhe
their surfaces adorned
with an effluence of madness? grafetti....
Throw backs with paint tubes?
Or Jackson Pollacks with aerosol cans?
Sunday mornings only human grace;
bagel bitters, their sideburn squiggles
the only reassuring reminder of the reverent.
Their continuing presence
these Hasids with prayer shawls dangling
these monochromatic breathes of fresh air
present as the only harbor of safety, sanity,
as a lost girl child returns to her native
Brooklyn.
Whatever happened to common sense
when did we all become so dense
ya can’t fall off an un-sat fence
dreaming of why and where and whence
trying to figure out farthings and pence
trapped in a world of hereafter and hence
can’t really recall but it’s been that way since
we o’erthrew the king to favor the prince
expecting pure satin – wound up with cheap chintz
our armor now rusted, bloodless, with dents
thrown out of our houses we now live in tents
downwind from the castle’s hungerless scents
venom the substance of our effluence
fueled by delay of our just recompense
and for our actions offer no penitence
our fields long gone fallow wait in suspense
for the word of a dead king “let planting commence”
a king raised to power at our expense
John G. Lawless
©12/13/2021
I now whisper a verse, like a curtain of shooting stars,
Weaving with a rhyme, an echo from worlds locked in the distance afar.
To clasp your treasure, your sublime feminine essence,
Through rosewood forests, and your skin, fine vanilla parchment.
May I be the sacred word that reverberates in your night,
You, the ancient poem, pulsing through me, in this plane alight.
Let your gentle breast rest in my adoring palm, both comfort and blaze,
Quench my thirst at your secret spring, where longing is an ocean, not a mere phase.
I would draw you in the vast sea, the architect of your wave’s span,
From their blessed foam, the birth of angels on opal sand.
On lips, life’s oases would bloom, quenching the thirst of the neglected quest,
And in your night's crown of curls, the starlight to rest, without need of rest.
Your autumn's turmoil I forget, its ancient fire, and transient fir,
The dancing leaf in the wind, the dizzy effluence of its stained glass to stir.
I'd submerge you in the cherry blossom, in a mirage of delicate porcelain,
A fabric of your sheer dreams, tender as a fairy's grin.
To traverse your broad meadow and enrich my palace with its girth,
Dress the nights of time in the paradise that ensnares me on this earth,
Here even the mistake transforms into warmly heralded talk,
And together we'd burst into absolute sin, where sacred and profane in ecstasy are wrapped in an endless walk.
Most effective teachers
are perpetually curious students.
Most accomplished chefs
have voracious appetites
for nutritional taste
and nurturing fragrance.
Most resilient lovers of here and now life
have known and felt hate and anger
for what they were and are not
what they could want themselves to become
cooperative truth and beauty passionately enough.
Most astute analytical thinkers
are complexly destitute theological feelers
chaos resisting healers
radically resonant bicameral dreamers.
Most muses
are trust and passion affluent
through healthy silent springs
of wealthy cooperative effluence.
Most ultraviolet nights
absorb enlightening sun-bleached days
in-between enchanted/disenchanting insights.
Most effective healers
are AnimaMundi contenting souls,
Earth patriotic
and Integrity matriotic
ego/eco-communicators.
Most Yang/Yin conversations
are c-squared dualdark enlightening
sacred wu-wei system
tipping pointer inner/outers;
not really just secular woo-woo awesome
wiki profit winning prophet shouters.
Most WinWin long-term therapeutic designers
are perpetual WinLose deep and wide re-assemblers.
Most effective speakers
are perpetually courageous
co-empathic curious listeners.
A human tornado,
driven,
by influence,
by affluence,
by effluence.
The flotsam and the jetsam.
Come and get some.
I would not have came here
were it not for you.
You blame the walls,
I bounce off the walls.
The gift horse is here,
we claw at our eyes as he opens his mouth.
I stare into space and stare into space,
nothing, then galaxies pass by at pace.
starlit hands caress my face,
I am a human race.
I tell you of flying saucers and topless barmaids,
but you never believe me.
You tell me a fungus has spawned in my brain,
And as I was lost, I am found,on ground, again.
For a moment there you took me off task,
retreat or surrender, was that the ask?
But my lungs start beating,
and I breathe through my heart.
It is life that I cheat,
It is death where we part.
And in my pink and black neon euphoria,
I roll up my sleeves and I am back in the game.
Form:
Imagine your God's Eye view of Earth
blue-green revolving
around sunlight
under vaporous clouds;
dark shadowed nights
of windblown dynamite white silence
gusting and waning
Disturbed by city lights
and siren screams of inhumane terror.
From here
looking down my nose
breathing in and out, such perfect opportunity
my divine response
admires change, dynamic living systems
of sentient life, effluent causing
and effecting affluently holistic climax,
affectively self-perpetuating
self-rewarding Beauty
through wealthy resonance
of communal energies.
Living color, loving cultures
win/win prophetic meaning, moaning
ethological whispers of longing, health
biologically purposed wealth, intrinsic
within and upon sustaining Earth ecology,
Reasons for humane left deduced theology
and divine right global geology
secular/sacred, natural-spiritual world history
of JusticeTruth and BeautyRight relationships, equivocal Peace
deductive/inductive reflecting and unfolding
precessive/recessive feelings, effluently affluent health
emerging recreative beauty
Bicameral co-presence, bilateral ego/eco
health/wealth consciousness
out and in
nurtured and enspirited
through MindSight symphonic voices
of synchronic green-blue Earth
stereophonically revolving below
heavenly above,
Before I re-emerge
as same old mortal Ego ZeroZone,
fully sensate becoming
ZeroSoul re-identified,
This Here/Now one ZeroSum energy democracy
EarthTribe resident
of living permeable double-boundaries
ergodic
dynamic
synergetically Both/And
integral polyculturing feelings, communions
blue-green unsilenced
full rainbow felt resiliently organic
ego/eco dynamic effluence, co-gravitating
full of affluent spectral grace,
becoming left/right immanent sensory pace
uncovering Health as Beauty
slow-growing ecopolitical integrity awareness
Where creative beauty-wealth Rights
are always win/win healthy Lefts.
Music
is so amusing
as warm caring
entirely uncold nondespairing
Yet, curiosity
compels cooperative courage,
while competitions in courage
disperse
absorb
devour curiosity.
Music
is curious communication
more right-brain prominent
than courageous left-brain dominant,
But, competitive solo performance
anxiety
is not amusing,
not cooperative,
not a warm inviting environment
for knowing music's resonant lessons,
harmonic and dissonant experience,
atomic affluently noted
and wave-circular
spiraling
cycling
and recycling
repurposing effluence;
And theoretical major Yang
and Yintegral minor transition keys
of conflicting transformations
from color to spectrum, and back again
branch to tree, and bilateral root systemic shadow structure
culturally supported future nutrients
remembering historic past health-wealth,
ego-key to eco-scales, circular and fractal-dynamic
ego-climate to eco-global seasonal atmosphere
identity to individuation, still individuating life
within love's global EarthMother promise,
Music to muse, to multicultural metaphor
creation to creator, double-binding
to recreative process, energy co-arising democracy
voices, synergetic
communion
communication
democratic co-operation
energetic co-passion
eco/theo-logical metaphonic networks
of co-relational notations,
polypathic vibrations,
rhythm and pitch, color and tone
emerging through silent caring intention,
polyphonic play,
Both curiously left-voiced
and courageously right-unvoiced integrity
symphonic
harmonic, karmic
symbiotic
And never truly
absolutely finished,
dead-listed
fragmentary
unlusted
disloved
mortal;
The Ended.
The forest man
He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake
he planned to go there after his divorce
with no demand on his time, life would be simpler
first of all, he needed a dog, the one he had
was a poodle, his ex-wife could take the mooch
he needed a strong dog that could feed itself
catching rabbits in the glen
The cabin only had one room, a big room he could
make a kitchen in a corner, for the he needed
a hand pump and dig a Hole for a cisterna.
bedroom and living room together was ok, he had
a sofa bed but needed a couple of chairs
He also had to build a shed, an empty plastic
drum to sit on and empty his own effluence twice
a week
So much to do!
perhaps he should get one more dog, the one
offered him by a farmer, had a white snout liked
to sit on the sunny side and snooze
he had to remember to buy tins of dry dog food
to buy provision, he needed transport, a mule
would do, so he had to build a stable
No electricity, so he had to buy batteries and candles
so much to do!
I met a forest man in a tavern he had a cabin in
the woods, near a lake, for sale.