Short Turpentine Poems
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PASTELISTA degas chardin
manner &
movement
investigating light
broader
freer
soft fragility
layered
superimposed
turpentine
sealed
Pay no attention I'm a bit off line
A bit off centre it could be the wine
Or might be my arm pits
Or maybe my bollocks
Perhaps it was that bucket of turpentine
You are my Valentine
You look like Frankenstein
You smell like turpentine
Your lips like iodine
You wear size twenty-nine
You mope around and whine
But I like you mighty fine
You're all I've got ~ You're mine!
I use to have a paper doll,
once upon a time.
She had bubble gum matted hair
and veins filled with turpentine.
Her dress was sequenced Percocet,
that went passed her knees.
She spent her time smoking cigarettes,
to medicate her anxiety.
The world is at a loss
But I'm leaning on the cross
I know I wasn't born
To bear the devil's scorn!
Have some help from CARE
Express yourself - if you dare!
Stop the deadly tick
Of producing an anger flick!
Have some courage and don't whine
The latter's like drinking turpentine!
Betty didn't came to her own wake
said she had other things to do
Didn't share the news with the mourners
she hadn't heard of her own demise
Wretched wet warm summers
clouds of turpentine
Going to see the river man
and tell of her past travails
Betty is wading in the bay
without a word to say
unaware she be missed
babysitters never came back a second time
it’s not our fault we lied, we were not bad
one of them got stuck in turpentine
but the worst sitter of all was our dad
they were no trouble at all he told our mother
when she woke him from his deep sleep
this was before we had a little brother
three of us really made a sitter weep
shadows reek of turpentine
scarlet-lettered trespass sign
fences dangle off the hinge
matted cobwebs festive fringe
spiders dance on abused toys
murderous crows' ghastly noise
unseen faces give you pause
rebel souls without a cause
unfriendly lot, wise be warned
you now living, the unmourned
leave us ghosts to haunt in peace
that your mind retains its lease
Ah, the fragrant fumes of paint drying on a picket fence
followed by the grease-stained smell of turpentine on the brush
Though doubtless matched by the aroma of oil spills gracing
a service station’s garage floor
These pungent memories of childhood, wiped clean today
by vastly improved technology, yet linger with me
The future is here
AI is its name
It too is concerned
with the gender game
A feminine name
like Alexa or Cortana
does not pull its weight
in the state of Montana
While masculine names
like Harley or Hal
too easily become
'good old boy pals' ...
So when selecting a name
I hereby recommend
Pick one as neutral as possible
~ like 'Vulture' or 'Turpentine'
The room in the corner,
With its three wood doors,
Each heavier than before,
A subtle air not of fear,
Patient vents waiting to hear,
Clenching at the scent,
Umbrage and stale paint,
Taste of turpentine and taint ,
Dust gracefully composed,
Large eraser shards in throws,
Senile light made rent,
Lingering weight of lead,
Below a layered graphite bed,
Glows like the antithesis of chrome,
A shallow doom drawn in monotone.