Tuxedoed Poems | Examples

A High Window

I'm seeking that high window
the one that looks down
on the so called high-ups.

The elites have begun to rot
and stink.
The corrupt are grinning
through their death masks
and we smell their tuxedoed decay.

If I find that high window
I will open it wide
and take a piss from it
just to anoint the smug heads
of those circus freaks
who consider us the clowns!

Serge

Dream Macabre - a Repost

My imagination ran shamelessly amok last night
While I slumbered in beaded sweat, askance that I would
Be peddling ornate coffins to the absurdly rich, then
Second handing them to poorer souls for paltry profit.
After black-draped mourners departed for sumptuous feasts
I heaved their unboxed tuxedoed beloved into the pit
And shoveled them over head to foot with yellow clay.
No shame ensuing, I wiped down the shiny satin interior
Erasing telltale vestiges of the recently deceased occupant
Loaded the ornamental bronze, a considerably less-weighty box,
Into the back of my somber black Cadillac hearse
And laughing lustily sped away…, then I awakened.

reposted December 16, 2021
written December 8, 2020

Dream Macabre

My imagination ran shamelessly amok last night
While I slumbered in beaded sweat, askance that I would
Be peddling ornate coffins to the absurdly rich, then
Second handing them to poorer souls for paltry profit.
After black-draped mourners departed for sumptuous feasts
I heaved their unboxed tuxedoed beloved into the pit
And shoveled them over head to foot with yellow clay.
No shame ensuing, I wiped down the shiny satin interior
Erasing telltale vestiges of the recently deceased occupant
Loaded the ornamental bronze, a considerably less-weighty box,
Into the back of my somber black Cadillac hearse
And laughing lustily sped away…, then I awakened.


Poem received a N/A in the It Feels Surreal Contest

October Starlings

Tuxedoed and sequinned 
Sixty starlings sing in the driving rain 
Facing where the sun should be 
Each pinnacles atop a leaf-bare branch
Black popsicles upon October's tree 
Leaf confetti blowing to the ground
As they loudly choir their symphony

Stardust Memories

  
                  "Stardust Memories"


   Theme of our college dance.
   The dance card in the walnut hutch now rests.
   My date's handwriting, still alive in it.


   Pink, sparkling, decades old, the wristlet dance card is.
   Filled with sorority sisters' names.
   The band's name, so classy.


   The Tam O'Shanter Country Club.
   A night of tuxedoed,gorgeous young men.
   And their beautifully gowned young women.


   Dancing softly under tender lights.
   The spring breezes, so fragrant.
   You and I, kissing in innocence under silver moonlight.


   Nights like this never do end, the music still sings in me,
   Caressed by today's sweet winds,
   And my heart's forever feelings!


    * College Days~ Memories of Loyola University, Chicago"


                      August 17, 2020
                         8pm PST

Rachmaninoff Plays Rachmaninoff

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg


The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass lungs.
The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car
driven by Disney. Outmoded refrains gurgle.
We see the obsolete road ahead, feel the bumps,
the lack of shock absorbers.

The third piano concerto, the romance of the exile.
1940 is pulled from under its Perspex lid, served up
as fresh Prosciutto di Parma consumed in a diner
long derailed.
The mind warps eras, Michelangelo has gone Hollywood,
the 'Creation' sketched on a paper napkin.

Last notes. 
Hands too large for tuxedoed minds, stamp
like rhapsodic elephants.
Percussive fingers slam-dunk ivory tusked themes,
Russian bells quake California.
Rolling vespers outgrowing each decade,
times now locked in a recovery CD millimeters thin.


~~~


https://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2010/10/sergei-rachmaninoff-car-guy-aero-investor/

Penguin

A penguin at the end
Of his tuxedoed queue
Is bumped into the sea
By feathered icepack friends
To see if death swims near.

If little loner lives
To swim about and play,
His friends will frolic too.
If a leopard seal feasts       
Friends will waddle away.