my desent into pleasure
my desent into pleasure
the liquid crystal
greenish-yellow display
the only energy
able to pierce the silence
the blackness
save for the chesty breathing
the woman lying next to me
1: 51 AM
a quick semi-mental calculation
tells me
Mr. Consciousness took control
42 minutes ago, and from my
vast experience in the insomniac arts
I extrapolate further slumber
is merely fantasy, sleep
this night is out of the question
not in the stars not in the playing cards
42 minutes, like forty two pounds
of junk mail
sitting on your ribcage
43, 44, 45
my mind locked
on my dearth of poetic coif
the lack of a signature brushstroke
no technique, no hallmark of color
no flurry of linguistic swordsmanship
with flamboyant slashes
of grace and unrivaled beauty
nothing unmistakable by even
the most undiscerning purveyor
of complimentary babble
no fingerprints all over the place
all over the page, the oily residue
of genius panache, i mean
undetectable with forensic powder
a dusting of poetastic brilliance
to study under a microscope
to fall upon the outstretched tongue
1 Hour 29 Minutes
a crack of light
under the kitchen door
and I am ready for dairy suicide
I have buried my insatiable sorrow
in a gallon of French Vanilla Ice Cream
but that's not all !
I've slathered it in El Paela Dulce de Leche
Toffee Grande topping sauce
all woven together into a big
fuck you of tablespoon magic
that would make picasso cringe
jealous with rage, rotating
in his mausoleum, and I think
to myself
so what !
greenish-yellow display
the only energy
able to pierce the silence
the blackness
save for the chesty breathing
the woman lying next to me
1: 51 AM
a quick semi-mental calculation
tells me
Mr. Consciousness took control
42 minutes ago, and from my
vast experience in the insomniac arts
I extrapolate further slumber
is merely fantasy, sleep
this night is out of the question
not in the stars not in the playing cards
42 minutes, like forty two pounds
of junk mail
sitting on your ribcage
43, 44, 45
my mind locked
on my dearth of poetic coif
the lack of a signature brushstroke
no technique, no hallmark of color
no flurry of linguistic swordsmanship
with flamboyant slashes
of grace and unrivaled beauty
nothing unmistakable by even
the most undiscerning purveyor
of complimentary babble
no fingerprints all over the place
all over the page, the oily residue
of genius panache, i mean
undetectable with forensic powder
a dusting of poetastic brilliance
to study under a microscope
to fall upon the outstretched tongue
1 Hour 29 Minutes
a crack of light
under the kitchen door
and I am ready for dairy suicide
I have buried my insatiable sorrow
in a gallon of French Vanilla Ice Cream
but that's not all !
I've slathered it in El Paela Dulce de Leche
Toffee Grande topping sauce
all woven together into a big
fuck you of tablespoon magic
that would make picasso cringe
jealous with rage, rotating
in his mausoleum, and I think
to myself
so what !
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
- justwalt
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Re: my desent into pleasure
it's the planet...
its restless too
its restless too
Re: my desent into pleasure
Distant sounds of deep
city night and roar of my
own even breathing.
city night and roar of my
own even breathing.
- SadLuckDame
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Re: my desent into pleasure
A tasty 'so what', saw.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
- constantine
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Re: my desent into pleasure
the private, nocturnal meanderings of a man named saw - i'll buy that for a dollar! it's always a pleasure to read your work, but you already knew that.
Re: my desent into pleasure
thanx everyone, a midnight rambling from the past.......take it easy....
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Re: my desent into pleasure
i am wishing we lived closer together- i choose the same cure for insominac=
my dog has to pretend to tolerate me on those needy sleepless nights
i love this write- truthfully i think it is the best thing i have read on here in like a year-so sweet cakes- keep up the good words
my dog has to pretend to tolerate me on those needy sleepless nights
i love this write- truthfully i think it is the best thing i have read on here in like a year-so sweet cakes- keep up the good words
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
- ButterflyKiss
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Re: my desent into pleasure
thanx for this resurrection butterfly....it always surprises me when something I wrote reappears.....appreciate the nod......peace
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you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Re: my desent into pleasure
good call- how about that pastashio?
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: my desent into pleasure
lot of (poetic) details for a night!, bravo saw!!!



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