sweet nothings...

[The Wanderer]

cherry blossoms
pink and new
moist grip
of fresh rain


~


I think of her
and remember why
life's a blur
and death's not shy

you could be a star
if you lightened up
the mascara scars
that sex you up


~


"sweet"

I have given up stars
for a flush of rose and
a perfunctory kiss.
perfumes prophesize my heart
oxygen is a vampiress of sorts

smiles are stupid
statues are clever
and they can still be
climbed upon; when they break
there is no drivel.

stars are clever too
they just do as they please...
long after they are gone
they are in the air,
ravaging you like surgeons
perfumes are the cleverst of all.


~


ripe strawberries
rose-petal pollen
swell to a sweet,
sugary bloom

the violent sun
golden blonde gushing
is a bursting star
flittering off spray

opulent moon's
dark silver tears
reflecting pools
au film noir


~


"sisters"

she explodes
spring of sweet rapture
arid locks, tangled in
swarming ocean lanterns

sun barbs and jelly fish
sweeping palms prey,
sugar 'canes and hurri hearts
sugar cube, a lactose serum

beautifully adorned
as your bare sister
is an island of scorn
Red as a furnace

sweet Miami, tart sis
candy store streets
Prada, Gucci, Versace's sis
zombies in the swarthy abyss

glass slip, no use trying it on
keep the pigs at bay


~


reticent and holy
airbag with holes
and a place to kiss

could you make love, of this flesh?


~


"blonde"

her smiles are the scripts to lovely days
her shape stretches mirros that bend and sway

her breasts are firm, under lips of waxsy (waxen)
her nipples magenta, streaming with flaxsy (flaxen)

she is not timid with her sunny caress
as her legs drip beneath a flower-soaked dress

in the afternoon grass, the gawking daisys blush
the rippling blue over the blonde hazy gush

a gigle to a frown, a pout and a pose
the sulky sweet lips, on a wet yellow rose


~


"summer's lease... "

darling what broken
buds in the autumn bower
of haunted limbs
may keep thee warm?


~


...I guess these are like my b-sides or something, although they are all very recently scribbled drabs of poorly mixed paint... but I'm letting them dry, oh the horror!

 

[foray]

Wanderer, they are lovely lovely. I thought the cherry blossoms one would have been nice with the ripe strawberries one, simply because the images go from micro- to macrocosmic.

I think of her
and remember why
life's a blur
and death's not shy

could you make love, of this flesh?



foray

 

[Michael Griffiths]

Wow, Wanderer...

I like everything here. I mean, really like. Definitely more than b-side material!

stars are clever too
they just do as they please...
long after they are gone
they are in the air,
ravaging you like surgeons
perfumes are the cleverst of all.

This whole stanza is very clever. I like the idea of something or someone acting without existing. Do do something, without actually being there to do it. And I don't mean, necessarily, through any type of legacy or lasting influence. Just a constant imprint of that particular person or thing that won't go away at "death". The line becomes blurred, doesn't it? You nailed it here.

 

[adamswildhoney]

I really like those!

 

[BabyGrace]

"summer's lease... "

darling what broken
buds in the autumn bower
of haunted limbs
may keep thee warm?

that is so beautiful

your imagery is like sensory overload, but in a very good way. these are incredible, I really enjoyed all of them.

 

[The Wanderer]

thanks for your comments guys, people always seem to find something nice to say around here!

yeah the "sisters," supposed to be about Miami and Cuba

the "summer's lease (hath all too short a date)" is straight from Shakespeare's sonnet #18, and I played around with the line "darling buds of may"

the rest is just me being constantly distracted by sexuality

 

[Bonochick]

I experienced so many different feelings and sensation reading all of those. Nice work.

 

[LarryMullen's POPAngel]

Very nice, Wanderer!

I like that, "b-sides".

 

[Cowgirl]

I think of her
and remember why
life's a blur
and death's not shy

 

[ACROB@T]

she explodes
spring of sweet rapture
arid locks, tangled in
swarming ocean lanterns

opulent moon's
dark silver tears
reflecting pools
au film noir