Suitors lined up, hoping to court me
Promising plethoras of pleasure
Tantalizing, teasing hints of treasure
To move my reticent, reluctant lips to say ‘Oui’
To obsequious bow to my innumerable charms,
While in a mirror of pomp, I primp and pose
When spot a man – mustachioed, mysterious – undisposed
To flatter my golden hair, narrow waist or delicate arms
An unlikely king or composer of Psalms
Ill-at-ease with strongmen and heroes
Counselor to hobos, weirdos and zeroes
And I, drawn to his visage with increasing alarm
Entry in "When You are Old" contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Date: Jan. 14, 2025
Categories:
undisposed, beauty, fear, romance,
Form: Rhyme
The end rose up to greet him,
the last traveler undisposed
Its final words, the last he heard
—as the past and future closed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Categories:
undisposed, fate,
Form: Rhyme
Buncombe
I am the vomit
Greed Devoured
But couldn’t keep down
Dogs of desperation
Lick me up
Digest and **** me out
This piece of ****
Undisposed, and exposed
This ****
The only rose
In rows
Of dead
Screaming flowers
Reek of ****
As they decompose.
Categories:
undisposed, fear, moving on, social,
Form: Free verse
Going Up?...
Basement storage room
Body parts
hard
plastic
scarred
spare pieces
scattered
tainted
used
dark places
underground
musty
cold
replaceable pieces
aged
storable
undisposed
Floor #1
Complete bodies
fresh
hard
plastic
Perfect image
faceless
smooth
admired
Absorbing life
faceless
content
unscathed
Desired bodies
timeless
sensual
purposeful
Scattered body parts
an arm
for jewelry perhaps
the head
displays a scarf
a leg or two
wearing pants or shoes
Life...
what part of me
do you need today?
a hand to reach out
my legs running about
my mind
my heart
what part?
Come inside the dark space
Take what you need
store away what you don't
Use what is left of me
scattered yet still useful
attainable & reserved
contently invisible
no longer beholding to beauty.
Life...
all of this is freely yours
tattered..torn or new
all I ask is
don't touch my soul
the one thing I can't give you
for I'll being "going up" someday
complete..unmarked..brand new
My soul is what is left inside
to this I have held on...
For I am "going up" someday
to....
Floor #1
Categories:
undisposed, introspection,
Form: Narrative