Long Siamese Poems
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Fin flags shiver beside a slightly gaping mouth
Pectorals all aquiver with the body's flicker flame
To rise and fall beside the glass while neon's lights
Blue downward slantings flashed with headlight eyes
Float still against green backing weed
Twenty times the fighter twists and turns
Then briefly all shimmy shivers cease
for just an interlude of perfect still
Floating like a slowly sinking leaf
All peace until the fins and waving trims again begin
All day until the night until turning off the fish tank light
Though dribble drip's trickle sound continues
Through the dark into each day's return
With Siamese still searching
Still looking into mankind's world
For signals from a fish to fight
after the grandchildren left, I checked the room.
It was still tidy and neat, maybe they had used Zoom?
I checked the computer, but the keys were not hot.
They had been giggling in here, and I mean a lot.
My daughter looked in for one last good bye.
I hope they left everything intact she said with a sigh.
All looks great, I say, and it did at the first glance.
I did not see the closet until later, their dressing room chance.
I had spent hours putting all of my clothes up before they came.
Now most of the stuff was on the floor, it was not the same.
I know better now than to let them have the room and close the door.
I cannot walk through the clothing on my messed up floor.
But then again, it was my own fault in a way.
I wanted to get to see my daughter, and talk that day.
Their hours of closet fun gave us time for that.
So it was worth it, right? I said to my annoyed Siamese cat.
with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ
ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I behold two bopping, brewing, busting
flap jacks in search of a frying pan,
which change in my physiognomy doth annoy
but, suddenly spurring,
this ordinarily calm, cool, and collected chap
positing even a more radical income idea
changing ma name to Chester, letting hooters
get suckled, though,
methinks they qualify as milk duds
tit two siamese twin guys christened ell and roy
offering accompanied with serving of cookies,
where adipose floppy blimps
rank popular as novel cheap toy
where art though washboard stomach,
where brestworks didst sprout
as if overnight a markedly increased
from flat “Joe” six pack chest did an about
face, with squishy, mushy, and doughy
sprang up without doubt
suddenly forcing a sexual identity crisis,
which freaky phenomenon makes me wanna pout
for weird, wicked woebegone
affects the psyche of this lviii aged lout
wondering what other transitions,
this fellow may indeed be on the look out
feigning to traverse (in me mind) badgering
rugged hormonal secretion terrain akin to a girl scout
on the prowl targeting a peeping tom,
whose foolery demands clout,
thus this imposed unfair punishment,
as some half assed irreversible decree
maybe hints of other surprises,
yet tubby revealed, which haint no fallacy
possibly being brewed up by a brood
of bruiting imps of the pervert with glee
some bot sized microscopic
anti bosom buddy hood stolen the genetic key
analogous to a pesky malware,
virus, trojan horse secrete lee
scheming to transform the sexual identity of me
perhaps waking up tomorrow minus
my little peppy ***** , and behold a pussy
should such an outcome prevail,
where media papparazzi
stake out this freak of nature re:
doubling efforts erecting fortifications
in a big old sassy tree,
especially if the press
(i.e. particularly meaning Wikileaks)
discovers ability to experience infinite orgasms
converting sexual predilection into electric utility.
It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.
Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to a Monarch butterfly.
I will see the road from my front window
for another hour.
At some time I will eat a cheese sandwich,
At the same time
Consequently I darkly develop
a sunny-side up dawn
casually dressed omelet.
A Siamese cat, coats a Knight
with heraldic tar from a nightjar.
A clay Madonna carves out
epicanthic folds
from an African twilight.
I believe in chains of associations
leading to all possible outcomes.
House plants rent a niche of bedrock.
Plumes of cigar smoke flutter
in airless Mayan canyons.
Factory farmed Quetzalcoatl’s
hustle the leafy bustles of housemaids
as they feather dust aspidistras.
Mind can join together
one probability or another,
one word to another,
words that seem unrelated
yet together trigger an image
that feels newborn.
An iron skillet, crushes walnuts
on a coffin of dead elephants,
a black casket casts kitchen shadows.
Here’s the thing, this power
that may seem like a weakness,
actually
is the way the multi-universe works.
Camels swim an underground sea,
sand dunes wave over a once boozy tavern.
Humpback whales
recite the scriptures
of aesthetic scarab beetles.
The laws of poetically possible realities
operate for you when you follow
your imaginative mind-stream,
all these co-dependent transitional factors
want to link hands.
A speckled moonlight
chases a hen
around a weather vane
while a barnyard tornado
whisks a can of English beer.
Congratulations, you are now a creator,
demonstrating clearly
that you are a child of God.
Down by Hope Street where the frangipanis bask,
And the Goddess of Love has put up her tent,
Lives a lady with fire in her eyes and cats in her kitchen.
Oh of course I will tell you she's an angel if you ask,
And her magic lies in the making of enchantment,
Why then do dark clouds cover my silent sun?
We will sing together and dance in a fury of touch,
Like the wind does when a storm comes passed,
We will laugh and joke and taste wine in gentle sips,
And that won't matter much,
Because as you might have guessed,
Love has taken me and kissed me on the lips.
Time has curled up on her couch like a Siamese cat,
Yet she still loves mangoes and a foot massage at night,
Perhaps God finally got it right,
When he touched her finger and tipped his hat,
And she walked out into the light,
Why then do dark cobwebs trap me in fright?
By the sea of blue and the grass so green,
She will lay her head on my shoulder and hum,
And all the dark clouds will drift away,
The cobwebs will vanish forever,
In the dark I will find my way,
And finally..finally...finally,
The bells repeating in my brain will cease,
And I will be able to breathe again.
Oh lady of Hope Street dance for me once more,
Before the candles in my lonely church are lit,
Come with me and sway upon the dance floor,
And I will read a poem and gently massage your soul,
And the red fire of enchantment will burn forever more.
The Three Legged Cat
By Franklin Price
2/9/2016
The three legged cat, a sight to see,
a long haired Siamese,
a Seal Point there is no mistake,
it's outside in the freeze.
It came up to our back porch;
knocked on the doggie door,
said, “Could I come inside tonight?
It's cold, I do implore”
My wife's a real cat lover,
her eyes were sadness filled,
Said, “We have a box and blanket,
a small shelter we could build.”
I guess I'm just a softy;
especially when it comes to her.
I'm thinking, “It's a long haired cat.
That's why it has it's fur”.
You know that I relented.
We got the blanket and the box;
Made a shelter for the Siamese;
Even got a pair of sox.
Put the shelter on the covered deck
on the lee side of the wall.
She enticed the cat to go inside
all she had to do was call.
We left it looking curiously,
As only cats can do
And as we went into the house
I think it meowed “ Thank you”.
Now it's early morning
We don't know where it's at
Probably went home last night
It was the neighbor's cat.
Sneaky scoundrel, so sinister
like your scarry Siamese twin.
Grin result of disobedience
secured by Satan at the tree.
On Abel, you first set your eyes,
from mother earth his blood still cries.
Your thirst for victims knows no end
to Sheol, countless hosts, you send.
Your heart was pleased with Noah’s flood,
you had your fill of human blood.
With wars, famines, and homicide,
from you, doomed mortals cannot hide.
Like a tyrant, you rule with might,
claiming new victims, day, and night.
Soon your reign of terror will end
and the saved of earth will ascend.
When you and Jesus had the clash,
you then knew you had met your match.
When he arose with fists held high,
you knew that one day you will die.
Thanks to God for the victory won
through Jesus Christ His only Son,
that we may live and ever stay
in that fair land of fadeless day.
Listen to my words and desire me my sun-ripened lady
For I will be as magniloquent and indiscreet
as a biblical poet
The sculpting of your Siamese contour
pours into my empty cup like apricot brandy
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
and it satisfied me deeper than mere friction
Aphrodite has kissed your firm twins
As a cluster from the vineyards of Glen-Eden
on a sun-drenched September afternoon
Secretory perfumes from your pubic stubble
And gardenia from your thick locks
so fragrant I see their scent
I take them in with every sense engorged
SELAH
When I make you moan and frown
you stare vertically through closed eyes
Then drunkenly mutter, “I cum”
When I breach your lips, north and south in unison
we give birth to the child of incandescence
She has your raven eyes.
I look into them and I see the light of Aioue
Her aura is primal, fleeting, and beyond intoxication
We become one flesh in the eyes of the cosmos
I see you my love, my friend!
These words are meant for one who is brooding for loves
They who walk with heaven beneath their feet
live under the shade of authenticity
Walk with me under the cloak of shadows
CHAIYYA
At this moment your honeyed cream remains on my palate
When I showed you how we French kiss
yes those are the moments!
Bedeviled nectars are not devilish, but imbibed in the shade
Nay, they are turned rancid only by the manufactured light
that casts the shadow from our cloak
Therefore, no one shall judge our chamberings
When we are not together I wax
For me the duplicity is hard
but I cannot live without pleasures!
I savor the darkness as per the design of the ancients
who learned to love and to invent pleasures
They are familial ghosts from a region in my belly
and we commune
SELAH
The inclinations I have toward paramours
has been buried so deeply
that I cannot locate from whence they come
In the balance between propriety and abandon
I have chosen what is in front of me
I will be reminded of my choices
when we walk again
I don’t know if I love you
because I hate that word
Maybe someday I’ll invent a better one
My beautiful little doxy
I cannot nor would not sponge away
the scent of your existence from my mind
nor the music of your moans from my ears
The little Elf
All by himself
Was dancing in the wood
He was gloriously happy
As Elfin folk should be
Surrounded by nature
In all its majesty
As the little Elf was dancing
He began to sing
He sang very softly
As there wasn't much of him
Even though the volume
Wasn't very loud
The little Elf singing
Brought a happy crowd
An Owl in a nearby tree
Way up in the sky
Was so touched by the song
A tear fell from his eye
A dog stopped barking
So that he could hear the tune
The little Elf was in his element
Serenading the Moon
The Moon shone brightly
Enjoying every note
A Ferret looked all dreamily
At his girlfriend a Stoat
A cat purred softly
It was a Siamese
The crowd became thicker
It was getting quite a squeeze
All the animals in the forest
That listened to the Elf
All had private thoughts
They kept to themselves
Elves are mischievious
Naughty little things
It is very rare to hear
Elves softly sing
Sing he did so beautifully
Because he knew that he
Was on his way to marry
His sweetheart
A fragile Fairy
Erasing half of you into another
Merging like flour into water
Swaddled in comforting love.
When alone damp and bone chilled
Staring through rain slicked woodland
Alone with the unknown world
Of leaves and fungus and dark earth.
I am something I was not alone.
There is no fear just grief,
I have forgotten my face, my voice
Is half of you and none of me.
A dogs muddy paw stamped on my calf,
A red robed monk speaks to me
Carrying a bucket, a pot?
My version of reality crumbles
If alone I cannot retain a self.
Crumpling embarrassment,
Effacement of self, of I .
This was me before and now minus half
A soul, a face, a brain, a body.
Your hands that know my body
Better than I do are like my hands,
Used to hold back darkness and fear.
The death of an internal monologue
And safety in solitude or selfishness,
Be consumed by another body,
A Siamese twin.. I never wanted agency.
Alone I forget to eat my mind
Wanders, I make fires, cat lazy
I walk, I doze, I shower,
Warmth is comfort, safety.
Unending rain is a reminder of
Loneliness and others rained on,
Stuck inside. The dogs shuffle
Rearrange their beds, the cat follows
Me, sleeps in my bed.
You cannot live alone for yourself
You cannot live for others forever.