Submissions by Abracadabra (Abra)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a soul, hooked on magic & poetry sandwiches. My words are fools, dancing as they flirt with the life you give them... & then there's the naughty stuff that wakes me in the middle of the night... one day all that cheese'll kill me.
Sex & the Seafarer
It may have been our most violent storm
tho' by no means the dirtiest of my sailing career--
a crazy marriage of sea and sky
with highs and lows enough to crush the heart of any man
but somehow,
all three of us
survived.
For most of the trip
the smiling Italian I'd hired as crew
to help with the night watches from Malta
lay sick and greening on his bunk.
The ripple of taut young muscles
as useless as a lawnmower on deck,
for whenever a wave broke
he would roll his dark eyes politely,
mutter for his mother and then puke. ...
tho' by no means the dirtiest of my sailing career--
a crazy marriage of sea and sky
with highs and lows enough to crush the heart of any man
but somehow,
all three of us
survived.
For most of the trip
the smiling Italian I'd hired as crew
to help with the night watches from Malta
lay sick and greening on his bunk.
The ripple of taut young muscles
as useless as a lawnmower on deck,
for whenever a wave broke
he would roll his dark eyes politely,
mutter for his mother and then puke. ...
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Valentine
I know I'm invisible
so I worship from afar
a moth to your flame
a shadow for your star
No red roses
no burning heart desire
can make me your valentine
or change the way things are
So I light a candle
and watch the flame burn low
cry tears alone
for the love we'll never know
I dream us together
though we'll always stay apart
and the mirror laughs
at a girl with a broken heart
To you I'm invisible
you watch me worship from afar
a moth to your flame
a shadow for your star
And no red roses...
so I worship from afar
a moth to your flame
a shadow for your star
No red roses
no burning heart desire
can make me your valentine
or change the way things are
So I light a candle
and watch the flame burn low
cry tears alone
for the love we'll never know
I dream us together
though we'll always stay apart
and the mirror laughs
at a girl with a broken heart
To you I'm invisible
you watch me worship from afar
a moth to your flame
a shadow for your star
And no red roses...
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Chewing the Ghost with My Geisha
Happy anniversary, Koishii.
Naturally, I'd like us to fuck
the first time we meet,
a kind of head on smash
that shuts the Osaka freeway
permanently in both directions
to compensate for all the humpertunities
we know we've both missed up to now.
And if I'm ruthlessly honest,
my own low threshold for sexual abstinence
(it's the way I was made)
means I can only stand so much
ooh-ah ping-pong mailing
in any meaningful relationship.
Otherwise I might wake one afternoon
squeezing sushi through the eye...
Naturally, I'd like us to fuck
the first time we meet,
a kind of head on smash
that shuts the Osaka freeway
permanently in both directions
to compensate for all the humpertunities
we know we've both missed up to now.
And if I'm ruthlessly honest,
my own low threshold for sexual abstinence
(it's the way I was made)
means I can only stand so much
ooh-ah ping-pong mailing
in any meaningful relationship.
Otherwise I might wake one afternoon
squeezing sushi through the eye...
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So...
You think you know her
but her enormity of moods
proclaims you do not
that you could never know
as she tickles your toes on the beach
where the next dead whale will founder
Without notice
she might gather her skirts
and rush upon you in a rage
piling high the lump in her throat
drowning the fires from some quake below
So could you ever be safe
your hotel balcony
sits on the third floor
but once
she swallowed mountains
and all the world grew fins
but her enormity of moods
proclaims you do not
that you could never know
as she tickles your toes on the beach
where the next dead whale will founder
Without notice
she might gather her skirts
and rush upon you in a rage
piling high the lump in her throat
drowning the fires from some quake below
So could you ever be safe
your hotel balcony
sits on the third floor
but once
she swallowed mountains
and all the world grew fins
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Keepsake
Angels know everything
so as sure as gravity
the little plastic fellow
who pooped on our wedding cake
must have realised
how things would pan out
All these years
she'd coddled him faithfully
cocooned in white muslin
safe in her bottom drawer
just waiting
for his date with the bin
until landfill
the final resting place
after the divorce
So if you ever see a gull
with a halo
at least you'll know
there's no use dreaming
about love eternal
or the lie
of for better or for worse
so as sure as gravity
the little plastic fellow
who pooped on our wedding cake
must have realised
how things would pan out
All these years
she'd coddled him faithfully
cocooned in white muslin
safe in her bottom drawer
just waiting
for his date with the bin
until landfill
the final resting place
after the divorce
So if you ever see a gull
with a halo
at least you'll know
there's no use dreaming
about love eternal
or the lie
of for better or for worse
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Drowning in a Bucket of Words
I may never escape my fate.
I have fallen
and must drown,
a shadow in a bucket of words--
but I have always known this
and so my sadness grows cosy
until even the roses seem happy
to remind me of life's thorns.
Every day they float to the top,
ragged pearls pretending wisdom
words bursting around me
bobbing free to tickle my chin
nuzzling the tips of ears.
To stay alive,
I must help them escape
although that act itself defeats my own purpose.
Somehow I...
I have fallen
and must drown,
a shadow in a bucket of words--
but I have always known this
and so my sadness grows cosy
until even the roses seem happy
to remind me of life's thorns.
Every day they float to the top,
ragged pearls pretending wisdom
words bursting around me
bobbing free to tickle my chin
nuzzling the tips of ears.
To stay alive,
I must help them escape
although that act itself defeats my own purpose.
Somehow I...
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Begrudgers
They would shame us all if they could
For comfort
feed us bleak white bones
boiled dry until the pot bottom screams
just before it hisses
turning to a snake in spite
They would
solemnly arrange
the details of our lives
cut kindling for their jealous fire
pointing fingers at the smoke
while they toast our names
with poison
dance in the rain and smile
Better to play dead
or act deaf
to disappear & pretend
we're blind
And if they notice
(how could they not)
the new Mercedes
lolling...
For comfort
feed us bleak white bones
boiled dry until the pot bottom screams
just before it hisses
turning to a snake in spite
They would
solemnly arrange
the details of our lives
cut kindling for their jealous fire
pointing fingers at the smoke
while they toast our names
with poison
dance in the rain and smile
Better to play dead
or act deaf
to disappear & pretend
we're blind
And if they notice
(how could they not)
the new Mercedes
lolling...
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The Good Ship Hanky-Panky
She sailed from Nantucket with a cargo of beans
bound for auld Ontario by way of Orleans
There was grub in her locker and oil in her tanks
a mattress for money, so they'd no need for banks
Hard biscuits with weevils, soft weevils without
double grog to stay lively before the barrel ran out
and the sea barely whispered before it would shout
No, the sea never gave a damn,
damn, damn
The sea never gave a damn
Then one night on late watch, a pirate they spied
flying pink & velvet crossbones with a glint in his eye ...
bound for auld Ontario by way of Orleans
There was grub in her locker and oil in her tanks
a mattress for money, so they'd no need for banks
Hard biscuits with weevils, soft weevils without
double grog to stay lively before the barrel ran out
and the sea barely whispered before it would shout
No, the sea never gave a damn,
damn, damn
The sea never gave a damn
Then one night on late watch, a pirate they spied
flying pink & velvet crossbones with a glint in his eye ...
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Inwardly
Slowly
I grew up out of the ground
from earth
neither bitter nor sweet
when it seemed only sky
had meaning
I spread myself
whether thinly or thickly
I could not tell
for at first feeling alive
was all that wooed me
with its taste of fresh fruit jam
I reached out
but discovered weeds
watching them rise
even in the shade
their mores endowed
with greater passions than my own
I noticed the tallest
sought to stifle my thoughts
to kidnap honesty
then maroon...
I grew up out of the ground
from earth
neither bitter nor sweet
when it seemed only sky
had meaning
I spread myself
whether thinly or thickly
I could not tell
for at first feeling alive
was all that wooed me
with its taste of fresh fruit jam
I reached out
but discovered weeds
watching them rise
even in the shade
their mores endowed
with greater passions than my own
I noticed the tallest
sought to stifle my thoughts
to kidnap honesty
then maroon...
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Without Pause
Is it
the end of the universe
she asked
The end of life
as we know it
Maybe,
maybe not
I said
But I was way more pissed
by that bitty shit
comma
hanging plum center of my world
the end of the universe
she asked
The end of life
as we know it
Maybe,
maybe not
I said
But I was way more pissed
by that bitty shit
comma
hanging plum center of my world
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Creepy by Design
I grope you online
howl & play dirty dog
then wipe my mouth
on a Kleenex
sitting right here in their box
I carnalised your picture
splattered my screen
with a peanut spectacular
licking up your heart
in the heat of a loco moment
While you slept
my eyeballs wobbled
gorging on your fantasy
fleshing out my catalogue
logging each intimate part
Your real name
stores on the tip of my tongue
Where you live exactly
your date and place of birth
nestle barely a click away
I know your...
howl & play dirty dog
then wipe my mouth
on a Kleenex
sitting right here in their box
I carnalised your picture
splattered my screen
with a peanut spectacular
licking up your heart
in the heat of a loco moment
While you slept
my eyeballs wobbled
gorging on your fantasy
fleshing out my catalogue
logging each intimate part
Your real name
stores on the tip of my tongue
Where you live exactly
your date and place of birth
nestle barely a click away
I know your...
155 reads
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Satan's Bitch
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