Book 13
Jessilynn,
Perhaps it is only that
you excel at customer relations
or possess an innate patron sense
which, by lulling customary sensibilities,
urges the purchase of your kind attention
with nothing save these froward abilities
and this impecunious verse as recompense
for time you may not have chosen to waste
having proven, perversely, too forward for your taste
Thus, though ignorant of your preferred situation,
fearing only Love's Labors misplaced,
hopeful hand is put to self-deceptive poet's pen
on the chance you may choose to lend,
from your cloistered library, to this librarian
an opinion, ex-libris, on the oystered mystery
referenced by those comely
blue nuanced glances
which seemly spark
smiling invitations
to imagined dances
A pox put to Cyrano's unrequited epistles
No Dante's folly to Beatrice this
nor sop to Moliere's Misanthrope
Is it not better to have than merely hope
for a belated awakening
between early Winter
and late elating Spring?
So on with this playful ode I go
to my own ego's imbroglio
Cross-starred or cross-gartered
either loathed Malvolio
or Romeo self-martyred
Your Giaconda code
creates this dilemma:
Are you an austere Jane
or an ebullient Emma?
But plainly the point mulled is moot
for you may follow neither suit
and only a moue engender
at the inept intentions of the sender
So hence no rose red
card heart sent
only a putti's dart to prick and quicken
your curiosity with Cupidic question:
Should you pursue
or decline
an anonymous valentine?
Those who walk
above the waterline
by default decline
to get
feet so securely shod
wet
those who wade
undergo
unsettling horizontal vertigo
and with the white wave noise
beard
the word gods with
unebbing
soothed surf
unwrapping hooded
ear budded heads
to hear more tranquilly
under sun, sand and sea
than in horoscopes
and ratio'd philosophies
The living sea unsettled
waving
ever ebbing
from birth
to youth's salted froth
undertoned in trough marred
wounds of blue blood
and dark denizened desires
of mermen and maids
besprayed, swallowed whole
by leviathan life
Dolphins
purposefully dip
moon twinned
crescent fins
to mar the
plumb tinned
surface of the
florescent sea
Unable
detained in a
desiccating parody
dryly mocking youth
awaiting the unavoidable
sense cessation
memories unheard
falling on the
world's deaf ears
unseen by the
blind sided eye
longing for release
from the comfort of
once reliable routines
ignominiously waiting
for well meant caring
to cease
praying for when
all children of men
become children again
My father
woke me
in passing
his spirit expressing
with its last
gathered breath
his unspoken wish
not to be or
to be unburdened
of his distressed
disobedient body
which in the end
pronounced
his death sentence
Earl's urn
cannot be unearthed
he earned his eternal rest
a true tree house
beneath his refuge beech
While his ashes
may trespass
under a stranger's grass
Earl's essence
his laughing last epitaph
will ever spice the
cinnamon hills of
his kingdom come
Each nights'
a mare's nest
restless disarranged
a sleepless sea change
clinging to the
bounding mane
drowsing on the djinn's divan
carpeted with dark magic's counterpane
penumbra'd in a winding
souk of sheets to and
fro flying now drowning
a deranged gamut
of tragic to insane
foibles exposed
again and again
naked, on parade
no repose for the wicked
in the bed you made
An ink fingered low literate
of smudged aspect
my soul
ill favored in inspiration
earnest in aspiration
unflatteringly relies
on imitation for creation
envious of other's vision
and lilting limitless verse
a cramped writer
of a life in letters
upstaged by long dead betters
unhearsed to rehearse
I f Shakespeare
were a sculptor
if la Giaconda
were an opera
If Buonarotti
were a barber
and Van Gogh and Gaugin
were wrestlers
would all their
wits and wrists
be restless
Ceasing the eons of silence
the anti-climatic, in absentia
comedic click
of the Pop gun's
silent signed BANG
reverberates
to this day
stopping our ears
defying us
to divine
the obscured rouletiere
The glee of
evil conning evil
in seeing the sins
of fathered sons
while the blood form
stones runs
does no good deed
go unpunished
the wicked seem so
well rested from milking
human kindness
and the just for fun
mothers munch their young
as we suicidal scorpions unsung
let no heroes go unstung
The fairies frothy aire
kobolds basso profundo
goblins torture tubas
vampires violently saw
on one string violins
Valkyrie hiss
a top note kiss
tin eared trolls
punish the tympani
witch and wight sinfonie
Withy wands
reenchanting
spelling fronds
bewitching
summoning the
eerie, green fire
to shoot from root
to tapped tips
Caved in
engraved with
the birth promise
of returned earth
treading water
an iceberg of
submerged intent
a malcontent
subrogated continent
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