Short Dishabille Poems

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                  Glisten
      Mine eyne be converted 
                   Blind
   hern dishabille transformed
                mine see

                   yesss
           through that voile

Of course she caused mine blind

                     yet 
             mine squinted

                      je'
                   gently



*voile: diaphanous clothing ;)...

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Standing in the doorway, somewhat dishabille,
the neighbor's cat had staked out my grill.
The night before we'd barbecued
some fish and fries and other food.
And now the smells lingering still,
perked up that puss like a pep pill.
At first, I heard disquietude
stalking my deck with attitude.
And in her eyes, a look to kill;
I gave her space with no ill-will.
Out of that grill flew mouse and brood.
What happened next? Cat came unglued.

February 12, 2021...

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Thy wart-encrusted maw compellingly
constitutes a convalescant contrast
of pulchritude, most evident in earnest
and effervescent cockcrow light,
 
a visage matched by the craven beige
mundanity of oneself's soiled linens
which thou art so unpleasingly 
plastered against, decumbent
and dishabille
 
the illusion of chivalry
persists into mid-morning, slightly
ante-bruncheon, climaxing
with a most unpunctilious proclamation:
 
Thou droning whoreson baggage!...

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