“Objects of Affection”
Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky
we love to look
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels
all’s fair in
love and war
when faith
and belief
in a stronger
unified existence
that type of love, denied
trust
walks out the door
along a fine sharp line
sucked into that endless place
where the black ball
is dropped,
compartmentalised
life interrupted
for the unheard
taken down
by the unnecessary
silent swift intervention,
interrogated, eviscerated,
true autopsy, denied
what is love
to the alienated
gone AWOL alien
true fabric
orchestrated
by the external
as something other,
superficial,
the internal, inconvenient,
briefly recognised
worthless feelings
buried deep, the complex
compartmentalised
non-copacetic;
by the artificial copacetic
written off blithely,
non-evolutionary
the revolution de-loused,
time spent of no importance,
touch and emotions
clinically extinct
love
unknown
life
unrecognised
of unknown origin
unidentified
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
loused, muse, mystery,
Form: Narrative
Let the dog out
who needs his opinion?
You’re going to need elbow room.
Let’s talk editing,
start with the first line -
no,
start at the first word;
the human mind is not equipped
to produce brilliant ‘first words’.
Consider ditching it
and its associated adjectives,
trust me there will be adjectives,
if not controlled
they will breed.
Polish with an abrasive scrutiny.
Imagine you only have
$5 of original things to say,
be economical for if you overspend
the poem may have to be
de-loused for cliché’s.
Add polish –
mix with sweat, piss, and vinegar,
scrub but not too much,
smooth and slick makes for bland poetry.
Run it through a spell check – twice.
Send it out upon the internet
with a light heart.
Some poets will already know all this
but sadly
many will not.
Categories:
loused, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In his nature two halves vied.
Dr Jekyll and beastly Hyde
struggling each to get outside.
Jekyll cooked up a potent brew.
When he drank it: Switcheroo!
What resulted scared him too.
Had he been a smarter doc
he'd have scooted round the block
to the mental health hospital for some electro shock.
They'd have had him analyzed
(Schizoid type, externalized),
then, his psyche normalized.
Traumas would be transitory.
Gone would be all the details so gory
and then loused up would be a nifty story.
Categories:
loused,
Form: Rhyme