fuck it

[mousey1]

loves of lives
shabby facsimiles
shaded grays and super novas
poems ashen resemblance scattered on the grass
spiralling inspirations curl endlessly and mount upon their horses
prance and ride
hard are the expectations pressed so soft against the thigh
as sighing solace marks the day and time
and stretched upon the bed of slumber find no rest
though quenchable the thirst there's no remainder
lips as wet as licked delight could find
come hither

I found the sunset there upon the shoulder
sparkling bright in all its essence bound
I reached as if to find a tint of pleasure
struck by empty laughter turned around
disappointment landing crashed and burnt
no dying embers fleeting sounds
and in the midst of all the inhibitions
trendy little thoughts come into light
and smash as hard against my window
as any carefree bird in freeform flight
crumpled mass of ill thought-out investigation
wasted on a shiny piece of glass

but ah the weightlessness of air when grabbed
and pressed against my face
so I make an imprint on the page
hard to erase...
you do it
smeared and smudged beyond all recognition
I'd like to see through far off eyes
what tasty tidbits would arise
to take me

[mousey1]

that weed
there in the garden
could have been me
plucked so long ago
always re-emerging
second third fourth returning
from a deeply seated root
no flower
no stretching forth beauty
tendrils
delicate fruits
just me
carelessly seeded

[mousey1]

it doesn't matter of course

born alone

die alone

clutter in the middle

and so

fuck it!

[Jenni Mansfield Peal]

The voice that read
Your verses in my head
Was mic'd with heavy reverb
But only the first verse

Then the kick-drum started
As the bird headed for the window

Then as I read down, down but forward in time
I heard the planets turn
All singing through the universe "fuck it!" in endless clutter

JMP

[iblieve]

The title of the forum drew me in and the title of this thread naturally appealed to me, lol and I am so glad it did because your writing always moves me into free flights of poetic fantasy, amazin' the muse of a mousy.
Your friend
iblieve

[mousey1]

Jenni, that is excellent, I love the way you put it! You laid it down and fucked it just right! If you don't mind my saying so. Thank-you for reading and making some sense of things.


iblieve, yes, there's something about a poem called "fuck it", you just can't help sneaking a peek...and um hopefully joining in! I'm glad it was good for you! I'm glad you were drawn in. Thank-you.



I hope you both come back again...the more the merrier.