catachreis
I am jacked-up with the blessings heaped on/
ne’er-do-wells: a patch-work coat, a satchel/
swollen stiff with hope, and free-reign downhill/
into fortune’s deepest hole. A lepton/
I am in the currency of wisdom,/
I will learn no lessons with an easy/
grace—no courtesy for ayebee-ceedee’s/
cane-backed, high-starch-collar whoredom./
Here I am. If grass is green, then I am/
greener still, and know the blue sky’s not so/
blue, but I am more blue, and I am/
higher too and feather-winged and callow./
No one fathoms what declension I am./
I’m the lodestone plumb line, high noon’s dumb show.
ne’er-do-wells: a patch-work coat, a satchel/
swollen stiff with hope, and free-reign downhill/
into fortune’s deepest hole. A lepton/
I am in the currency of wisdom,/
I will learn no lessons with an easy/
grace—no courtesy for ayebee-ceedee’s/
cane-backed, high-starch-collar whoredom./
Here I am. If grass is green, then I am/
greener still, and know the blue sky’s not so/
blue, but I am more blue, and I am/
higher too and feather-winged and callow./
No one fathoms what declension I am./
I’m the lodestone plumb line, high noon’s dumb show.
- Location
- Mobile AL
- Interests
- Real poetry, written and spoken (recorded); many musical genres (I graduated high school in '85); anachrophile & classic headphones, photography, the nature of Appetite
- Gender
- Male
- Occupation
- Recruiter for Skilled Maritime Welders and Fitters
Signature
"A woman drew her long black hair out tight/ And fiddled whisper music on those strings/ And bats with baby faces in the violet light/ Whistled and beat their wings/ And crawled head downward down a blackened wall" --- T.S. Eliot, "V. What the Thunder Said" _The Waste Land_
