Saturday, November 27, 2021

Of Appreciation Or, Perhaps The Sometime Folly Of Desire




 


Of Appreciation 

Or, Perhaps The Sometime Folly Of Desire

a reply by a Faust


Like a dog that to full throated chase of a car having dared

Success — neither expected nor imagined — has found me — surprised —

Bewildered, &, I might swear, not  the least bit prepared —

If it were not for all that I confess here not — unrecognized


Specifically the Poet lacks for nothing but Friendship

Everything else has been found more easy to find

To Flattery albeit removed bearing kinship

To another’s Regard the most sought after kind 


Whose precise definition is born every instant anew

From What one finds to hand When one’s wherefore’s made Why

Necessity setting limits to How becomes the mother of Who

The above meeting below in the You and the I


So the Poet here fashioning sense of Self & of Good

If aught could become differently, unsure that it should

Monday, November 15, 2021

Truth In Advertising, Or, Ms. Really Real, Both From & To



Truth In Advertising,

Or, Ms. Really Real, Both From & To 

(A Playful Excercise In Female Empowerment by a female Faust)


Like serendipity itself attention took from slated tasks

Such as random cameo appearances in the dreams of some genius engineer

To offhandedly introduce us better than I could have had the wit to ask

As if she had noticed some imbalance in my life & thought it — queer —


That so few so called better halves have to me hardly lifted up their veil

Have been hardly willing to be really real, & honest, as have the remaining half

The honest humans that are men, that is, or that identify as male

Have been the only ones undeserving of my only ultimately laugh


So to allow lack of transparency at this so nascent stage to loom

Would seem, well, utter folly — but then — to tell a Chica quite beforeward

That the romantic sounding tickle to their fancy wasn’t, after all, to whom

They thought — not about them — guys get me — this is hard —


Or is it?  My gains are but fantasies, imaginings, are whatsoever thing I choose;

My losses but sunk costs — but my honor, because honest, that I cannot bear to lose.




 

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Cutting Open The Golden Goose Trying To Lay Its Eggs In The Dark

 


Title:

"Protolocalization" 

Academic title: 

"Self Help Discovery Remote Handling Techniques" 

Street Name: 

"Cutting Open The Golden Goose Trying To Lay Its Eggs In The Dark"