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overdrawl

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2016-03-28 19:00

schist skies
archivist hue
the weight of the ink
the pall of soul
blue
oh yes the wonder all
the weight of the boards
signalling the steps fall

watercolor roll
screen
the sunlight
gold guilt its seen
on sheets of orchid
turbulence rolling
like a concurrent
disrobing
on a water falls
melodic sheen
notes from the ivory
task
sad
jubilant
the heavy task

hips rising
like the elevator
egos crashing
mixing
dominator

and the world
melts into the
ice
that skims on puddles
dust like spice

we are ordinary
nothing rare
our minds like virus
words to spare
the keyboard
lushious
skin to skin
in format printer
page
kiss
to
kiss

...

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Esker

Mon, 2016-03-28 19:03

Esker's picture

some online romance
but was at the mall shopping
under those heavy flourescent lights
and remember the times I danced
with the trophie wives
and partners tall breadth and small
bright brilliant minds
like hawks they stayed
and kept me in my pretty cage
with scraps to keep
and tasks to preen
till freedom set my wings aflame
the pheonix of words
began again

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lovedly

Mon, 2016-03-28 22:45

lovedly's picture

the rhythm like a flowing stream
one rarely sees
except in one's dream

your taking over trophy wives
keeps all those guys
jerking with their knees
was or could have been no surprise
who knows whether you'd walk away with the prize
all hubby's surmise
with moistened eyes
but then in USA and Canada
all such things are taken wise
your musical poetry makes me rise
and
glad I am that I rarely apprise
in hands with a lure
such as your

Esker
no one here
will understand you
much more.

Esker

Mon, 2016-04-11 10:16

Esker's picture

being that Im happiest on the periphery...
I oft was the run about for the women whom
wanted their specific man...
I saw that like women whom fashion themselves
too them..I mean too me it seemed like their
men were acessories...but I offered nothing
I was this limited enigma chameleon
when most had pet iguana's

I dated lionesse's and jaguars
whom wanted immediate contentment
strokes to purr...imagination
when they landed tail twitching from
their lazy rests...a hot dream still
sizzling in their fires
and because I never had anything
real pressing going on..
or loved to just operate alone
serving barely a just cause
I was called "into service"

Passion...some go for well planned
excursions but I could make a paddle
across a calm lake at night seem
like a tantamount exercise in the
moment..compared to the push of
a month long portage through the
wilds..

a lot of people thought I had many
many lovers...or that I am a busy
man...but ideal and principles
and love of intelligence gathering
means more then just a physical
prowess match...
for a challenge is a challenge
game too match!

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