By the guppy
Date: 29 October 2000
corkboard
lust in the seaside breeze
smelling sweet as it meets you
and cheats you out of the daze
it was a crazy summer moon last time you looked
there were clouds, but their linings were plump
with the stuffing of heaven
ready to burst forth
long before any hurricane gale
would fill your sails with rain
and swamp you, spinning in the sidewinder twist
wonder how you coulda missed it
serves you right for being optimistic
for the first time in your skeptical life
caught up in it now
“I be knot frayed”
you say, and you really believe it
you fix on that
spike the mix with mortar
and pour yourself a slab of emotional stability
there you sit
stirring a cauldron and betting you can relate well
to any singular term in the knitting needle clique
you get great ideas from time to time
design your own stationary for any occasion
sickness or health
bank on the fact that your future wealth or poverty
will solely depend on how well you can market yourself in the pulp industry
but anyone knows
what you call art, some call fancy toilet paper
they usually ask for more padding than you care to deliver
fearing that the integrity will be lost
and that the real cost of alteration is mind-numbing popularity
you’d rather keep it rough
like the way it was handed to you
the whole tough love gimmick that comes and goes
without the doves and daisies and throw pillows
the way that goes “you’ve been served”
things are just thrust at you
they touch you and become you
and you have a really hard time
turning around and walking away
without the nauseous feeling of leaving part of yourself laying behind
to coil and uncoil beneath scrupulous stranger's eyes
it's quick replay of past reality
when you were the stranger
and somebody else needed something that you were to proud to give
or had too much living to do to be able to recognize it
maybe you come to a point when you think that seaside breezes are to blame
for everything you've chased
certain scents stick in your nostrils
sometimes body odor
sometimes french perfume
one's natural
one's attractive
the attractive one is always used as cover
"baby doll, i know you're a stinky animal deep down. i am too.
would you care to dance?"
that line's never worked for you before
but there's no reason to give up hope
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