fictive beat

W/O/M/A/N
gone into abstraction
gitane smoke before the rain,
cello case velvet interior
soft and firm

W/O/M/A/N
breasts and silk once seen on canvas
could not concede to his kisses
or arch of bow
he had to wander

W/O/M/A/N
no more companion
than those strings he manipulated
with fingers callused,
she will not tremor

W/O/M/A/N
as absent as the background
waiting for a taxi,
rain effective conduit
to her misery,
he sheltered the cello
with umbrella
heading to a jazz club

W/O/M/A/N
is the beat
is the tender thrum,
a cello’s true heart
and poets calling,
absinthe and kisses
parted stocking thighs
he had found another
W/O/M/A/N

Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau

 

 

asymmetric sexuality

night brought little clarity
between motel and slaughterhouse
it was a new jersey mythology
of white paint and brazen neon,
from the chevelle in the lot
they had come to meet
passed notes on realtor’s lined paper
two packs parliaments
hushed phone conversations
catalysts to the reaction
that imminent realization
of naked falling
upon bed worried with crumbs,
sheet shifted over sanitary cover
quilt shed to worn green nylon carpet,
by her side lay against her
it rested tacked by it’s own stickiness
to her leg,
now it was done
last moment devoid of thought
when she rolled it like a cigarette
licking with an anxious care,
this all for what,
that wooden mask of his face
expressionless
caressing her breasts
moving stiff fingers back and forth,
they where now derelict
in exploded rubble of emotion
it took her time to control her lip,
eyes could of burned,
but now all truth had been eliminated
and they would not see each other again

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Off The Perfumed Saddle

piano keys washed in honey [ woman bathing in time ]
sexualist extreme ,
broken straw bed
assembled ingredients of a virgins reflection

desire/slutton/erogenous/ unforgiving

bitter fingers play [woman dried on flowers flesh]
hungering absolute yet no permanence
jazz expelled drum beat symphony

tatoo/dollars /benign/fragile

[woman forgotten in memories light]
supple sinewy ghosts on sunset go

 

a raw experiment for @dVersePoets 55 prompt

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feathers of the elephant

tattooed with gandhi
no skin will lie,
bare butt piss
constant lemon stream,
she watched his fuzzy back
dark mat of curls
lined by her nails,
depressed bed
mattress coils gone
before their advertised expiry,
a week of this
longing and urgent,
walking back
she waited
a sharp twinge in her stomach,
the next day 
could not come quick enough

 

adjustment into darkness

from memphis to eleusis

found his place in harbor lighthouse,

after challenges underground

proved his worth more than stoic penis

wrapped in demeter’s poppies,

his light house

the only light he knew

had no lover to share,

so wished to discover others,

red mullet of extraordinary size

spoke to him of those that make love

on the beaches at night,

he was being called on to do

serapis whispered over pillows

into sleeping ears

keeping the light bright with oil

sent out that red mullet

scaled fish of land and sea

and it would return,

raising from the sea

with line and hook

secured the writhing eel

of couple snatched from sand

they became his lovers for the night

venting lust and sadism on both,

be it man man or woman love to be

extracted,

when done said his prayers to

the face of apis

tormented by pain,

then with surgical practice

cut them and fed them to the

mullet that sang,

the time would come

when fish and man would

indulge in passion,

his sperm food for the vitellogenesis

and his spawn

would find other oceans

to claim their own

The Big Catch by Catrin Welz Stein

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fireproof monkey

elastic bound thoughts

contracted as  would a boiled egg

overdone,

 

helios hepped on jazz

found the stroke of sidewalk

blocks of bars and strip joints,

 

mind breathing everything

eyes registering the glass windows

of long to come

tomorrows,

when her kiss come

buick grille jaws of hell,

 

elastic could not tighten

anymore flared with worms

and a solitary fly,

noise flushed red of wanton art,

 

could i be a titan

writhing on that couch

with string hearted blonde

ivory lonely care

without tending priests,

poor dumb altar

with genius of my soul

her and my footsteps

made us kings and queens

of the carnival

and slumberers of the

dreary city doorways

 

 

carcasses when broken

words pressed to my forehead

ready to explode,

winters long wait for suns awakening,

there is no lamb in a killers eyes,

transmit feeling with each moment

breathing

knowledge escaping,

the future is out of it’s cage

unsure unsteady,

dandelion clocks dispel

it is worlds end

lighthouse of the precipice ,

word pressure tighter,

saliva wet in the mouth

like kisses from a hungry dog,

broken waves are heard

noise visible on open window,

human that feeling and being

cannot be sold,

those words are hurting

urging through skin

cracking skull bone,

my brain resists

textured ripe as an open fruit

solid as that sweet nut of pleasure,

i will continue

and watch you go adrift

on the longest wave

beyond beacon light,

nine thoughts exposed

from heaven

intermittent pulses

a cruel birth as i watch in silence,

forgetting that the past had been

imprinted with us,

this place with meadow near

would fall into ruin

without us

 

multiple coincidences

unfathomable satin pillow of sky

over city my coeval,

traffic noise curtains billowed

as i lay in the comfort

with only my own breath

sounding out,

bedclothes scattered wadded

into masses on that blue carpet,

timing had been the measure,

this was my place

no motel with bleak neon,

i could consume my life

in whatever way i wanted

without intervention or lust on time,

a fly would hover

before i found yesterdays news

to roll and crush that fragile

gossamer winged creature,

she had not quite gone

her touch left indentations beyond

fingerprints visible on my skin

pressure points that excited

to that blazing exclusion of my mind

nebulous shimmer near

opaque evaporation,

my vision light and molecules

on the retina,

i was more absorbed by my feelings

that the sound that cut into my life

of tires losing grip

metal impacting on interstate collision

noise and destruction

someones life consigned to a slab,

i did not move

tingling fingers and toes

aware of sirens

the knocking of eager fists

pounded

then a torch shone

locating life in my eyes,

the road had claimed her

of that i was sure,

now my bed

within this city

my coeval,

we had lengthened shadows

together

now i lay still

 

splendor and the urban glow

in it’s journey the air skins itself

from the day,

breathe free and roam

away from dark fragrances

that have the stench of destruction,

many colored flowers fear the sunshine

and bee’s in waxen cells wait,

assassin’s claim the holy star

as low shepherds no more as minstrels

play,

ample breasted ornament of the night

gives blessing suppliante aid,

zephyr brings the bleaching draft,

youths desire lanky and untold

held in his journals all that is confident

and private,

cold fires again made him bold,

but from the ground comes an ultimatum

don’t let sorrow bear down,

juicy flood and promised kiss,

half willing freeway traffic unfurls time

as it becomes trapped by clustered vine,

nourished from her bed

lust a luxurious blaze under saffron veils

adds more fever to a new day,

petals had spread from the laden stem,

but those minutes had left ravished eyes

and new reality subsided under overshadowing

wing,

with it’s horrid glare

the air has revealed all

Hair Yellower By Torchlight

.86 acre of land

a vine crawled house,

boathouse at the extreme

in this place

tongued by wavelets,

scented moss,

naked

upon moth devoured

blankets,

i saw her hair

was yellower by torchlight