Flesh n Blood. (10/20/19) -M.Weisgerber.

Stuck in a land, a little like my own,
Growing old bones and thick piecemeal confluences
sights unseen
Unsettling, tepid in the knowing, folicules unknown

Missing my opera afficineadoos, the photographers,
who would very much make this work,
This world,
Their own.

Radical Cruelty. (12/10/19)-M.Weisgerber

Delight in it, we all do
Saving face, letting all the others assume

Ladies, I get it: ya gotta save yourselves.
Yet we are in here, drowning too..

Heartbroken (but can still have fun)

Heartshatter (but doesn't mean forever 'on the run')

Bloodletter, once this day is done

Trendsetter, in all the ways we wouldn't' believe

This warning; a note to those with greed
This letter; tome towards those in need.

Feeling Blue (10/31/19). -M.Weisgerber

..this place, it screams of Halloween
An entire dusty landscape, waiting just to pry,
The lids to delve so deep.
What of a soul to take?

Like others I pined for cheap costumed thrills
A kiss upon the midnight streetside theatre
Or else such strange sights to fill me with temptation!
Fighting the slipping, forgetful lore, of the sliding passages
That tear upon the human heart.
Or this inner cry, of thirstless wanton desire.

I found it in such a place once, not
Knowing that I was then so utterly, truely alive.
The main drag full of whistling cold, the bleak
Of a crooked lampshade, beside that sidewalk
Up high, so high as to call me onward.

Its light did not show me many things,
I basking in the endless future, that was even then
Like the sun, the moon around waning, wasting
I did not know, babe, I simply did not know, but
We smiled as we danced round that flame,
did we not?

We made the most, and like the withering glow
Did hold each other so utterly, terribly close.
Crying, daring the dark to theaten how it could
Gave each other a spark, by which to set next year alight

A hope, dug too deep for fallow snow.

So let the eyes feast on this colored spectacle,
As the breeze stills.
As my pen slows, letting mind and heart pause so
As the day fades, as your name changed:
An important point worth remembering, worthy of saying
Adieu.

Interpretation (Oct 30th, 2019). -M.Weisgerber

First Poem Ever Written To Me:
I'm not the kind of girl you'd write poetry about

I don't have a face you'd go to war for

You wouldn't use soft metaphors to describe me

Or risk your life to win me back

Yet I am like a summer's day,

Scorching and unforgiving, even late into the night

Like a great battle,

I leave a wake of wounded.

Rebuttal (Sad n True),

Yea, battle hardened: I get that.

Pessimistic, and hard headed too

I get it all, fought along with the best of them

Cried along with the rest of them

The laughter piling on

The flailing bodies still flailing, smiling, falling all around.

Fight babe, rail against the coming of the hate

Forgetting, burying the worst of them,

(And me?)

Or at least enough to put the sword a down.

A charnel hate beginning to grow,

that dreaded war amoungst ourselves.

Sing then:

Throw a tune out, to see who hums along.

as we lie side by side. -ee cummings

as
we lie side by side
my little breasts become two sharp delightful strutting towers and
i shove hotly the lovingness of my belly against you
your arms are
young;
Your arms will convince me, in the complete silence speaking
upon my body
their ultimate slender language.
do not laugh at my thighs.
there is between my big legs a crisp city.
when you touch me
it is Spring in the city;the streets beautifully writhe,
it is for you;do not frighten them,
all the houses terribly tighten
upon your coming;
and they are glad
as you fill the streets of my city with children.
my love you are a bright mountain which feels.
you are a keen mountain and an eager island whose
lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging,which is
under you and around you and forever: i am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
your roots are anchored in my silence; therefore O mountain
skillfully murder my breasts, still and always
i will hug you solemnly into me.


(addition?: M.Weisgerber)
there is this terrible strain arising,
light seen, taking a heart so into me
it is madness, not murder
for boardline is a boarder defined, breaking lines
not merely kicks that yank or pull
taking in, giving out
this breathing strain

Me Vs. The Manatee *(remnants of '18)

"Florida drive, Florida frame of mind

someone (t)here[!](?) to share the blame,

this endless sun, relentless sweat

A hazy hazel dream, I shan't soon forget."

These words I thought, then nothing more.  

So within a lull I stood in subtle meditation, 

losing count, breathing slow,

feeling the shallow pulse adjoin

the flaming remnants of a day gone past.

Between subtle signs, the wandering lies, 

that many tales we tell ourselves in remembering

out there is now a tall hill, beyond the shuttered lid

an endless plain forming wide, far beyond.

Like this sand its white blankets; snow riding  endless on all sides,

No footprints to behold, no wicked tale to tell

Onward, ever on to near horizon

there no life, no breath: no very essence by which to shudder.  

When suddenly, a thud upon the glass brought me round; 

 leaving heart, and mind to flounder widely

A friendly foe, a troubled face; 

a simple sign of the whole human race.

Drifting.  

Must have drifted again, on this sweet melody.  

Thought at first a strong sun (or other ray of light?) had found us

She suspended their by which to judge

Tearing those soft lids in strong pull

till her own lid blinked.

Yet no - twas not yet meant to be

just a face, with sweet droplets forming, melting,

Her nuzzle marks showing against the sill.

Just a calf; nothing more.  

So now we stood in awe, each watching each other through strong panes

Her moving in delicate motions 

I with hand raised, fighting the urge to run

For shes soft in there, calm

Her tears, a salty trepidation, on which to cool the heart

Now beneath the baking dying of the sun

Each filling with their own frightening monstrosities.  

While we drowned in the tidepull, lungs quailing deeply

For it is on eves like these that traceries form: strong bonds,

a heart and chemicals guide towards a greater love

She floating, I a goblet to receive 

Cause the hidden eyes to melt, flex; to see.

Heart in hand, a tale on young tongue held

a nearing lullaby not yet told.   

As we drift here.

As we drift ever on.  

No, do not leave that place!  Fight for life,

fight the dying of the day, even as the skies melt,

as fingers flipper outstretched vagrancy to unite us

a sweet insanity soon to find us.

As we drift here.

As we drift ever on. 

Must have drifted away again: a stupid thing.  

Snippets of June, 2018. -M.Weisgerber

There are these things, that are worse than death

unspeakable, yes, truly

An unplugging from ourselves, a dissreality

The little bugs, that flit from world to world

gnawing on the souls of those who can never quite be

that is me.

like me.

I want.

(Avoid such hate in time)