Short Preternatural Poems
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WITHOUT COLOUR OR ODOUR
When sun sunk deep
Preternatural echoes
Prick mind
Legs float on still waters
Life move along
Without colour or odour.............
sometimes
i think i walk around
with these angel wings
sprouting from my back
strutting proudly
as if
everyone
has
the preternatural
eyeballs
to see
my wings
but
i know nobody
sees
these things
so i fly
solo
Peremptorily prone to perfunctory purposeful passionate pugnacious problematic preternatural preconceived pyrrhic perceptions predominantly pertaining to Peruvian parakeets pallid people partisan politics packed places and polished purple poodles.
Love destroys what sex begins,
as playgrounds and schoolyards
hide the true nature of the King
Innocence bleeding,
within the deep warm incision
of a preternatural beginning
(West Philadelphia: October, 1972)
'From An Anthology Of Perception Vol. #1'
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Sometimes
I write poems about
Wine and other essential
Molehills of Life at
4 AM when
Bacchus is still awake
Conniving in
Sheer revelry at the
Mere notion he invented
Satyrs and other
Preternatural nymphs.
Speaking of nymphs, I relish the whim that at
4:10 AM or thereabouts, if I rush outside into the
Oozing Black Syrup, I might brush against one,
Intentionally.
Preternatural beauty dense and thickly lush
elegantly displayed requiring very little gush
A terrarium bottle garden in a growing rush
staving deep with vibrancy and gentle hush;
A wardian case of coruscating light, forever plush
inside a menagerie of green plants falling afresh
the intransigent resilience of this herbal flesh
is both, a healing balm and a lovely garden bush.
sitting in an old run down
barn
dreaming
of the day
upon waking that the animals
will be non-rabid
towards me
they do not
sit with teeth bared
they moved with the precision
of the preternatural
ability
that makes me calm
i move like a 90 year old man
with all the knowldge
but with hands
that
boast fingers which
simutaneously
make
a floor clean
and
a whore scream
Form:
powerful piece de resistance
precise, provocative, posturing
providing plebian pleasure
Statuesque as an Amazon woman,
Platinum or pewter? She perseveres
Prodigious? Preternatural and pivotal
Regal, brilliant, a spiritualistic luster
She sparkles with pure effervescence,
glistens with a gloriousness unknown by most
I follow her pooling petticoat into the
outer limits of my poetic imagination,
expecting nothing less than perfection.