...Our Love Is Drowning In
#1
(Insight into the thought process of the
Post Beat Modern Love poet)


I fall into your pooling eyes,
Lapis lazuli Versailles…
then tripping, gasp, and grasp your thighs,
accidentally eating out at the “Y”
(just like chicken at Popeye’s,
where beans and rice, come with free fries,
and also free are countless flies)
faux tempera temporized!

And Grease—both one and two—
Michelle and Olivia remind me of you,
(Fleischmann’s is grease that’s butter too).
Step smartly now and tango through
to Fred’s climb up on those Astaires
put on the Ritz, that’s what we’ll do:
(Cold Turkey Piece Sinclair - Plastic
Oh no she could not sing, no savoir-faire,
in NYC, John died today—Ono’s DOA—
but that is not what I meant to say).

Recall last night I held you dear
coming into and through the rear,
what an image, crystal clear!
You smelled like a bouquet of flowers’ bloom
on some midsummer’s August’s noon,
(is this where I rhyme Brigadoon?)
bathing in Neil’s Diamond light,
I took you easy, so relaxed, (not even tight).
You smelled like fresh sangria wine
tasting of “Sweet Caroline”,
and I’m in you and you’re in me,
(Wait! That’s not how I meant it to be,
goo goo g'joob, you know what I mean, I’ll let it be).

Your soul is mine, you have my heart,
labeled, inventoried, part by part
(maybe this is where the poem should start?).
I know that we will never part,
even when it’s really, really, very dark,
(like up Chuck Berry Lane, where Cherry Hill parks!)

You are the end-game, the check-mate of my soul,
I complete you, half and half, you also make me whole,
(Latte Breve and a bag of doughnut holes
oh yes now, we’re on a roll).
Like toast buried ‘neath marmalades,
our Romance drowns in trite clichés!
(Wait! that’s not what I meant to say!)

©2012 Tharmas Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#2
Don't eat my chicken it's fowl!
Oh what a wicket web we weave!
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#3
foul and far a field!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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#4
ha, I just got back to this one, made me laugh again. I really, really love all the oops, and sorry, it actually sounds fresh to me, a brisk walk in almost spring, nothing's new but puts a grin on anyway.

"I complete you, half and half, you also make me whole"
ha
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#5
Thanks Marcella,

Dale
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