Kitten's Litter

May all find comfort and love.

 

Moody indeed...thank you for understanding.

 

"darkest poem award goes to...kittenx, for her work entitled "end" "...

 

Brilliant imagery. Dark and excellent.

 

On the flipside of the globe,
you eat cheap microwavable meals
off of paper plates
alone, ride your bicycle to work,
where workload keeps you busy.

Spinning on your axis all day long,
until weekends come to punctuate
the stark, void apartment.

A desk, a chair, a mattress
and a suitcase full of sealed memories.
No phone calls, never,
the telephone choked on its chord.
Turn on the T.V. for no reason other than
to drown out the patched portraits of loved ones.

And to postpone the arrival of night till dawn,
with a friendly bottle of whiskey and aspirin.
Until finally like a disemboweled pinata
you plunge from the ceiling,
when the dark haloed eyes cease to blink.


Brilliant...and sad.

 

This a 5-star thread?
Just doesn't seem like enough
Very admirable!

 

sorry, it's pointless posting that here...

 

Thank you so much for sharing the pics are a hoot... #'s cause for pause.
Very insightful and thought provoking.

 

Cigarette ash leans, soporific.
This stranger may disregard,
tap casually on the stump.

Call me an invalid, unable
to wash the face of soot.

Chemicals introduced, converse,
but we must be speaking
in foreign tongues.

Curiosity in not enough,
and alas,
I don’t partake in vulgar commerce.

 

Very solid poem. I'm curious about the title.

 

nothing. fear of
8 ball forecasts,
i fear to lower my shades,
step forward into rewind,
decimals define, limit choices.
i am predisposed to quiver,
every time you tauten
my syllables and
make me decide.

i rinse memory
but blame tartar
sticks to the mind,
as he snarls and scolds,
silently.
i’m unaware of why.

but i practice guessing,
estimating intensity
of eruptions,
begging for good traction,
as we pivot and i dig
into myself.

my face bloats by midnight,
i share my phlegm,
she listens, spoon feeds me
advice and groats.

our dependency on facts
hurls me to the centrifuge walls.
3 multiplied by 22, all in 1 day.
this is too much, i say.
so i gnaw on a battered pillow
and hiccup through the night.

 

Filled with layer and layer of personal impacting... multiple choice paths
of feeling. These were the three that resonated the strongest for me.

 

I cave in,
secrete required words.
Relapse,
resort to spitting on pride,
and ask for charity,
conscious in advance,
I will be denied.

It doesn’t hurt too much to try.
And remorse is just something
to occupy time.

 

I love this. It is so willing and risky. A longing is pervasive.

 

Loved all of it, especially the last part.

 

I want to be your sui generis coquette.

If I greeted you on a threshold
in a silk kimono,
would you be curious
about my repertoire
and why I smile
so slyly.

It’s not surprising,
that I would be ravenous but wary.
Keep one eye open at all time,
in case you try to slink under the cover.

Let’s not forget,
your absence made me thirsty.
So your tonic eyes, water, gleam,
and dim with morning lights.

 

*sighs*
gorgeous poem, commanding of respect... so many powerful images all flowing together in breathtaking precision.

"in case you try to slink under the cover."
Oh, but isn't this when reason caves into ecstasy and the mind-sight
is lost in waves of attentive sensation.

 

KX, you're on a roll, alright! I just don't know what to say...

These two stanza's... they're amazing, wow... speechless, i am...
and this...

*sigh* that's so good... induces bitter/sweet emotions this does, for me... just incredible, KX, your latest offerings, are...

(and ya beat babel fish!) what does "sui generis coquette" mean? All translation's of mine failed... :$

 

Thank you all for commenting!!

And Fulmah, babel fish wouldn't help ya!!

"sui generis coquette" = 'one of a kind/unique flirt'
Sui generis is latin.
And again thank you for reading.

 

It was about a Brazillian guy I met, that's all.