tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19235547419552276362011-07-28T06:56:05.343-05:00A Return to ReasonDrellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-60842456490383321212007-11-04T22:18:00.001-05:002007-11-04T22:18:37.442-05:00Deal me out! I’m talking to Ms… <br />Like an orchard in Spring. You can <br /><br />Remember it by that. <br /><br />I can’t stand a naked light bulb. <br /><br />Hawthorne and Poe…<br /><br />To the drugstore for a soda. <br /><br />Chocolate…Cherry? <br /><br />I said unhand me sir. <br />I have a many old world ideals. <br /><br />Not sold, <br />Lost! <br /><br />We’ve made an enchantment.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-6084245649038332121?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-21412772788561588612007-10-19T13:27:00.000-05:002007-10-19T13:31:31.856-05:00He laughed behind <br /><br />the snake dancing slyly <br /><br />to pop music...where did <br /><br />all the smokes go Mr? <br /><br />No where to run to. <br /><br /> HE is mechanical <br />three lenses turning. Appeture. Telephoto. And DANCE! <br /><br />Cola drinks <br />help you concentrate, <br />revive, <br />fall into <br /><br />the crevise between the handle and the film. <br /><br />Not so silent anymore, <br /><br />I'll dance with you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-2141277278856158861?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-88447578639315175322007-06-22T14:52:00.000-05:002007-06-22T14:57:51.024-05:00A pepper flake of <br />immense attraction <br />glues itself soflty <br />to the bottom corner <br />of her left cheek. <br /><br />Tumultuous, <br />uncertainty <br />protrudes itself bellow her eyes-- <br />Underneath thick <br />black eyelashes. <br /><br />As gates that only <br />unlock, unbat<br />when she is willing to <br />accept devotion. <br /><br />She hates to be <br />compromised by <br />motherhood. <br />As it would <br />inflate, disarm, <br /><br />basterdize her Venus <br />form, <br />her glossy orb. <br /><br />To where-- <br /><br />she was no longer <br />Poster Child <br />Captain America<br />'s wet dream, <br /><br />In stockings, <br />In trances, <br /><br /><br />Skirt high over her head-- <br /><br />To beg.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-8844757863931517532?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-8160119693044744122007-06-22T14:48:00.000-05:002007-06-22T14:51:28.216-05:00Barefoot, <br /> with a green scrunchie <br /> holding together<br />thick brown hair. <br /><br />Homework amidst her lap <br />she laughs. <br /><br />Her feet dirty, <br />scribbling away <br /><br /> she chats. <br /><br />Presses buttons on her phone <br />as she <br />leans forward<br /> leans sideways <br /> About. <br /><br /><br />Poised now <br /> and quiet. <br /><br /><br />She laughs again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-816011969304474412?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-37441122869844293472007-04-07T23:40:00.000-05:002007-06-17T06:50:24.789-05:00Little Miss <br />Nonchalant mistress of <br />redundant pleasures. Banter on... <br /><br />Blonde is your best Side <br />bleach and your vodka fingernails. <br /><br /> <br /><br />Ask the dog named horse<br />how it felt <br />to have your gentle hand stroke <br />his pointy ears. <br /><br />Little miss dillitante. <br />Like a blue bell gamine <br />Virginal fair-skinned legs, <br />Like stems of rare magenta lilies. <br /><br />Lets stay in bed all day again, <br />get drunk, <br />I will watch as he tries <br />to cheat your grace, and runs <br />his clumsy arms along <br />your slender back. <br /><br />I wish you would have persisted <br />more, <br />but that's not <br />in your character now is it? <br /><br />Tell me which way and <br />How does the bed rotate? <br /><br />Glitter yourself up for another go. <br /><br />We'll find a good doctor, <br />call it a night. <br /><br />It will be a semi-sober, semi-sweet <br />anecdote to tell your friends when <br />You wake up, <br />the next morning. <br /><br />But tell me, <br /><br />If he's Beauty #1... <br /><br /><br /><br />What are you?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-3744112286984429347?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-91486786800324792832007-04-07T00:09:00.000-05:002007-04-07T00:17:31.301-05:00We don't condemn anybody, <br />that goes back <br /><br /><br />...to the family. <br /><br />Above all, I would teach...<br />"Truth-telling" <br /><br />Everysingleoneisaliar.<br /><br />A dictatorship is <br /><br />a heckofaloteasier. <br /><br />You can't put freedom and democracy <br /><br />IN A BOX <br /><br />A tree's a tree How <br />many more will you need to look at? Above All! <br /><br />Deep versed in books, yet--<br />shallowed in himself... <br /><br />We will, in fact, be greeted as liberators.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-9148678680032479283?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-34996946130562746232007-04-06T21:41:00.000-05:002007-04-06T21:46:34.017-05:00How now, dear Phaedrus? <br />My strict, nonconformist <br />religious upbringing <br /><br />His German coal and French steel <br />Had the Pythons under his wing. <br /><br />O'Brien seemed a cozy <br />single 'pan-European' industry <br />Do I seem a potentially <br />Lucrative arrangement ?? <br /><br />A vos Perdonad <br />Taught me <br />to be inspired <br />wicked to beg that it was, <br />El na empresia! <br /><br />Under his wing, <br />To beg...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-3499694613056274623?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-39212002138421198492007-04-04T22:40:00.000-05:002007-04-04T22:43:46.391-05:00Political<br />Burning underneath<br />dry skin <br />Please paint<br />blue lines better<br />underneath<br />my back.<br />Lock down <br />Size <br />down for <br />Christ's sake.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-3921200213842119849?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-14904156232037675742007-04-03T22:46:00.000-05:002007-04-03T22:53:00.071-05:00Roaring contests with lions <br />Roaring lions with children <br /><br />Children playing with roaring lions <br />Children roaring at roaring lions <br /><br />Lions at the zoo reclining <br />Are reclining and are lions <br />Who are at the zoo <br />Perusing and reclining all are lions. <br /><br />Scheduling appointments with children's mothers <br />Mothers schedule children with roaring lions reclining. <br /><br />Schedules of appointments with children and their scheduled lions <br />Are all mothers reclining, roaring at their children <br />Roaring at their lions. <br /><br />In contest with scheduling mothers <br />Children schedule contested lions to contest scheduled mothers. <br /><br />Thereby: <br /><br />Whosever lions scheduled appointments <br />With whosever children for roaring contests <br />Are predicting predicte schedules for their mothers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-1490415623203767574?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-79031327236730013772007-04-03T00:06:00.001-05:002007-04-03T00:06:54.810-05:00Meshes of my lonely morning <br />Contemplation, <br />Glittering shadows, black <br />And white <br />Glitz and glamour flames <br />Smoking reddish<br />Fumes of yester-year. <br />Oh me, how things <br />Have changed, oh life! <br />The decadent cesspool <br />And rising out of it, <br />Ester Williams, <br />Too close to keep from <br />Drowning in it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-7903132723673001377?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-52415179256504777472007-04-02T23:48:00.000-05:002007-04-02T23:49:00.987-05:00Cultura<br /><br />It is a struggle to find <br />A man my age <br />Who doesn’t want to be Holden Caufield, <br />Or Bukowski, or Norman Mailer <br />Beating him senseless. <br /> With gusto. <br /><br />I want to be Edie Sedgwick <br />Drug addicted, and fabulous. <br /><br />I want to stroll down 5th avenue <br />In black tights <br />And nothing else. <br /><br />Turn my face into a clown mask.<br /> Central Park working girl. <br /> With much to risk, <br /> But marvelous shoes. <br /><br />I want black turtlenecks <br />Cigarette holders, brown cigarettes. <br />They look hip,<br /> I dig it. <br /><br />Black everything <br />As a matter of fact <br />I’ll open my closet <br />And channel Holly Golightly<br /> In the book, not the movie. <br /><br />Sometimes I feel like all of New York <br />Is laughing at me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-5241517925650477747?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-53657753695062445392007-04-02T23:46:00.000-05:002007-04-02T23:47:28.467-05:00In an anemic world<br /> <br />I am absurd. I am a fish dying on a barren shore. <br /><br /> I am Sophocles, Spartacus, <br /> And St. Sarcastic, <br />Patron saint of lost causes. <br /><br /> If canned soup and urinals are art, <br />I am a narcissistic, artistic, dilettante…<br /> Deceiver seducer of mediocre meddling minor characters of a silent film played backwards with Italian dubs. <br /><br />Some like it hot, <br />I like it tepid, sometimes harshly cold, <br />But never hot…<br /> Never the speed with which mothlights moved across the empty screen. <br /><br />And I am big, <br /><br /> It’s the pictures that got small.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-5365775369506244539?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1923554741955227636.post-78738906061946315022007-04-02T23:44:00.000-05:002007-04-02T23:46:01.158-05:00Pull my daisy, fill my cup. <br /><br />Fill my heart with music…<br /><br /> Don’t play dating<br /><br />Games. <br /><br />Love me for me. <br /> Sans redundancy. <br /><br />You shake with ambition. <br /> I shake in anticipation of your <br /> <br /> Determination. <br /><br />So pull my <br /><br />Hair, <br />But not too hard, <br />I might get <br /><br /> Weary of your incoming intellectual distraction. <br /><br />Swill and sow, <br />And swine alike we all<br /><br />Drink from the same glass, <br /><br /> Don’t we?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1923554741955227636-7873890606194631502?l=absurdpoetics.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966468383542413705noreply@blogger.com0