Twenty-second Tuesday

i confess i’ve been a naughty boy
time to make jack your toy
put your tattoo on my ass
keep it hard and beat it fast
then a certain nimble spice
will blend the chocolate with the vice
black and blue with hearts of red
put me in your flying sled
take me round the world with you
up some chimneys down some flues
in the glow of solstice lights
i’ll teach you how to scale some heights
keep the switches and the coal
mend the body rend the soul
now that santa’s had his pay
it’s time for jack to have his way

Perennial Poetic Proclamation

I was introduced to this poem in Joy Pennington’s anthology, Selected Kentucky Literature.  It’s been a favourite for several years.

 

Ode to a Purple Aluminum Christmas Tree
-by Harriette Arnow

Last year when residential streets
with their strings of colored lights
resembled filling stations
and the glitter of shop windows
hurt my eyes
a woman met in the course of an errand
said:

“Oh, you must go to Mike’s
out on Stadium;
you can’t imagine the Christmas trees
they have for sale;
all aluminum
but in different colors,
a whole row of big purple ones;
I could stand all day
and just look at them.”

I wanted to cry;

Instead went home and tried to write
Ode to a Purple Aluminum Christmas Tree.
Trying
was as far as I ever got.

Saturday Night

beast and burdens hours past
pour the drink and pass the glass
pile the plate and merry meet
dip the bread in honey sweet
your touch upon my skin
warm with comfort of iced gin
silken leather’s velvet touch
gird your loins to tie you up
make you howl and beg for more
in the morning you’ll be sore
and i will be on my way
with the money that you paid

Regal Fantam

across from me you sit
staring into the depth
of my inner being
and ideal grace
light of the altar leads
to a taste of Pure Heaven
as we walk the path to hell

Energy of Whisper

with energy of silence
he gave whisper up to 
investigate 
and balance like a
Bear on a bar

Blades & Chalices

Because I have them already copied to the clipboard, I thought I’d put a couple of chalice lightings on here.

“We Strike this Flame”

V: As a reminder that all are welcome here
R: We strike this flame
V: As a beacon to all who seek refuge from a World that is too much with us
R: We strike this flame 
V: In remembrance of what has been, a knowledge of what is now, and a longing for what can be
R: We strike this flame

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Call fire and water from the brink
While I a Mystic Marriage make
Blade and Chalice become one
As I face the new born Sun
Salamanders and Undines mix
Wheel and Web we do transfix
Venus’s Water of desire
Prometheus’s passio of Fire
Come from all time and space
Gather now to light our place
Fire and Water I bequeath
It is done — so mote it be

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standing making small talk
with your group of friends
maybe i should hint at
the many things we’ve been
about all the nights
you cried out
for me to take you from behind
how you let me get the cord
to bind you call you mine
how many times i’ve driven
you to estatic agony
only to have you plead
for many more harsher deeds
upside down or right side up
the eager bottom to my top
i made the beast with two backs
my gentle loving pup
never mind i’ll keep your secret
safely from your wife
but always know i hold the key
to a truly happy life

Yep…

you were a custom fit
in an off the rack world
a made to measure suit
i wish i’d known before i fell
that you were a loutish brute
you took over my heart  
like a squatter in a flat
and made my life quite superb
you were after hour parties
and top stop shelf liquor
i thought i had found the one
but then like a fish
that’s started to rot
you couldn’t hide the stink
your brash notes came through
the saccharine strings
i just wanted to kvetch
but i’m over and done
with crying for you
frankly i’ve almost moved on
a few more demons to exorcize
and this bear will be done
so stand back and watch
as i walk away
into the rising sun
i’ve got plenty more miles
before i rest
and thousands more miles
left to run

Habanero Kisses

           your habañero kisses linger
                               with the sandalwood you wear
           we rise and fall in perfect time
                               as granum falls on the sapphire bed
            i must ululate to breathe

World of Simulacrum

in this world of simulacrum
i seek just one true form
and carry high a dim torch
to emulate my funeral pyre
with many saccharin  lovers
dancing jigs between my sheets
and tone deaf bodhisattvas
singing me to sleep
like an important chess piece
i move from space to space
until i find the rack sub
to anchor me in place