one syllable per second

[fulmah]

Really, really tired now, are we? I take it
you called to equate it….
called him……again,

figuring:
“I… don’t know what’s happening”
and, “immature grace infected me.”

You never really listened, did you?
And damn, after all that talk…
I wonder who’s at fault
this time?

You always win
before anything begins.

Comprehend? I know—
you can’t.

You can only
listen… elegantly
stiffening—while
imagining me?!?

You’re fucking crazy!
“I’ve been fine!” Oh, but lately
no one minds passionately
decorated proclamations,

the callous propaganda
promulgated by whispered word
heard by friends and acquaintances
expecting disturbing revelations
…and you sure delivered
pandora’s box
to their door
didn’t you?

Too late to retreat, you repeat
your tattered account, pleading
to be believed; but baby,
it was ugly already,
don’t fabricate.

[KittenX]

*applauds* Yay! ;)

Sounds like a phone call conversation! And it helps to know what ya referring to. Solid piece Fulmah. I particularly like that 1st line :p

[fulmah]

I want every square inch
when I'm inched up next to you
the millimeters' space, that heat;
I want that.

Today, I'm flat on my back,
halfway down the driveway,
surrounded by a sea of green leaves
and looking up, past tall pine trees,
into clear blue expanse.

If but only
you were beside me now
on this cool, paved drive.

[SelfControl]

Sounds like missing verses from "Kim" by Eminem.

[sylvanlightning]

Well done. Another articulate interchange on so many levels.

"no one minds passionately
decorated proclamations,"

so many gems in your work.

[fulmah]

Thanks KX and sylvan! :)

Sounds like missing verses from "Kim" by Eminem.and that's just too funny, and fitting! thanks for reading!

[sylvanlightning]

So clear and inviting. Cheers to a friendly presence fitting into the last two stanzas. The first was so intimate, I felt like an observer looking over his shoulder to see who the real invitation was for.

[fulmah]

today's been good, even wrote a short song....


pink carnations incantate
radiation drinks rumbling
fog waves that inebriate
and the time spent here
drinking so much beer

cold canned medication
cancels sobers'
buzz all over
and we rise in elation
past pink carnation

we'll park the car
at the bar
to forget we are
only here for today

[sylvanlightning]

Wonderful. I'm there. I wanted to wait before replying to your latest gift of beauty. Didn't feel right while savoring cups of pleasant morning buzz... however, the vibe has shifted to a 12 oz pyramid apricot ale, your homeopathic gifts are now in sync with my mood. Much love.

[KittenX]

today's been good, even wrote a short song....

pink carnations incantate
radiation drinks rumbling
fog waves that inebriate
and the time spent here
drinking so much beer

cold canned medication
cancels sobers'
buzz all over
and we rise in elation
past pink carnation

we'll park the car
at the bar
to forget we are
only here for today
*grins* Loved it all! Pink Carnations such a memorable image. Wish I could hear yer songs man, I bet they're killer.

[fulmah]

thanks for the replies, all! your presense is uplifting... :)

[fulmah]

you've been invited to watch
the grill get fired up
the girl walk the tight wire
the afternoon as it unfolds.

I'm only thirty miles away
and the grounds barely damp
start walking, if you must,
to get here:
follow the smell of new york strips
and tea-olive trees in full bloom.
I've a soft cushion on the couch
awaiting your arrival.

I keep looking at your photograph
and the note written on its back
"thanks for rescuing me! ~Eva"
it makes me smile,
remembering that night....
you were so drunk
you had a nice car
it was fun getting you home, and
it's funny, that began our dance

to concerts' power chords
across coffee house ballrooms,
gliding between invisible beats
every moment charged, complete.

I wish you hadn't had
to move to topeka, but
you're back now, I'm single,
so come quickly! till then....
all my love, to you.

[KittenX]

"Invitation" Ooo la la! Is there a new lady on the horizon? ;)
The last stanza made me giggle, especially the "so come quickly!" line. tehee

By the way, why arentcha signed into tril? Hmm?!

[fulmah]

"Invitation" Ooo la la! Is there a new lady on the horizon? ;)
The last stanza made me giggle, especially the "so come quickly!" line. tehee

By the way, why arentcha signed into tril? Hmm?!
no new lady, girls are bad! just imagining if contact were restarted with her, and if she had moved back, what might unfold... and I haven't been on trillian cos it's absolutely beautiful outside, sittin out back with a notebook and really feelin it for some reason, today :)

[KittenX]

Ahh I'm soo jealous. Wish I could be outside..writing poems.

[VanAstral]

aye, I agree with sylvan, clear and inviting... I wanna come over with some baby back baby back baby back ribs and homemade bbq sauce and beer from who knows where and I think it all sounds good yeah!

cheers!

[gdhmomchild]

*grabs cold canned medication*
Great stuff and I hafta say I'm a bit jealous ;) ,been reading alotta great stuff here lately. Unfortunately, everything i been writing lately is shit. Glad I caught this before the thread got too huge. My brain usually starts frying after about 4 poems on the larger threads and then I don't end up posting because I can't member exactly which one I wanted to comment about. *hair flips without meaning to* The first one really caught my attention but thoroughly enjoyed em all.

[fulmah]

thanks van and gdhmomchild for stoppin by!

[fulmah]

Streetlight in the cul-de-sac
on a summer night, a "long ago"…

We got lit, sitting there
whispering secrets
that only kids share
because today, like now
we’re prepared for attack
and refuse penetration
and lie on our backs
in the driveway, regretting
the guts we had before
the territory left unexplored
that only now became upsetting.

Drink away these questions,
chug and crush cold cans
of murphy’s irish stout;
collapse on the bed, awaiting
the room to go around, around,
a whirlish dervish rebalancing
the immediate; a hyperconscious,
contemplative condition.

dance with me, halloed hurricane,
loose ringlets swirling in the breeze
make motion put me on my knees.
Starry-eyed, in ballroom fantasy,
gliding within this envelope
with you, I want to be.