The Wimp Of The Perverse
Or, The Dangers Of The Habitual Rhetorical
by a female Faust
lash out at the masking
lash out at the fears
because you want instead to be asking
why the fuck no one cares
why cover up & pretend
why expect consolation
or double down & defend
plotting retaliation
for some stranger once finding you
with your half hidden scars
for how you want him reminding you
that your ‘mine’ should be ‘ours’
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DANCING
Or, The Eternal Moving Moment
dancing like the World is ending
dancing like the dead
dancing like the straight is bending
dancing to your head
dancing like there’s no tomorrow
dancing with the Gods
dancing to give voice to sorrow
dancing against odds
dancing is the cure for sorrow
dancing is the cure for strife
dancing never has to borrow
dancing
is
like
Life.
such a thing can not go on
— for always — or for ever —
except of course it give fresh Hope
where Reason
should persever.
by a female Faust
written at, for, & because Death Guild, 2/21/22.
To The Young Lady In Black Vinyl Pants
Or, Hopefully A Prelude
by a female Faust
Like the hottest chick in vinyl I have seen in quite some time,
For no one asset, one thinks in afterthough, as wit:
Such as would eagerly engage chance introductory line
to the effect that her ass so clad in blackest vinyl cried out — indeed — for — it.
Such wit quite often is its own indeed rward
Or so most every chick has had the luxury to think
What comes to mind at once is best— plan ahead & they’ll be bored
The future best works out its self, we say, & blink.
But lo, her slim envinyled bottom soon was unherneath my hand
Southern accent straight entreating — near commanding me to strike
Were I ship, before distracted, I had now lost all sight of land
Concerned instead with what this very pressing circumstance’s seeming like.
Such is the moment made immortal as much as have I skill
Every other likewise portal, should the two of us but will.
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To: The Happy Sighting Of The Uninvited Fay
(Passably Perspicacioius Person Presents Pretty Playful Pleasing Perhaps Persuasive Poem)
From: a female Faust
Like an unexpected visitation from the Graceful Little Folk
Itself alike to tripping running into Loki at a rave
However dark your dreaming was, it now wants longer till awoke
Things lately sad, well turning to be come of a sudden happy have
Like some Færie playing Occam who makes moot my knotty bow
Or fay roleplaying Zorro, after vorpal snicker snack,
That left Evil yet believing for a moment to've escaped the blade somehow
Only to watch their front fall like dead bloody meat from off their back
Spitefulness & envy, willfull sloth, vanity & jealousy & greed
A prideful unacceptance so to observation disinclined as amounting to denial
If you see something but are too eager for the saying the færy folk know what you need
Sit down be quiet look & listen — to understand — your self — after a while
Everywhere the Spirit ventures likely Færies dance half hidden in plain sight
They put on such Glamour not for themselves as much so as perchance to put things Right.
Update
Or, The This That Is Just In, Should That That Be Nearly Out
My friend for so long, this is me here, to you
This isn’t meant to be heard in another’s voice
This here and now is between just us two:
Our only always way too short of a time
In not mere product of chance event so much
As it is of our conscious choice ——
History does not repeat so much
But events most certainly rhyme
& if things get insane, disjoint, out of touch
(If nothing else I hope this gets through)
Rememer that you, you, here & now, are enough,
Enough over which to rejoice ——
Every time I remember I rejoice anew.
a poem by a Faust to a friend, January 19th, 2022
Till Human Choices Wake It And It Drowns
(Or, A Lament For The Once Removable Battery)
by johanna faust
the rain can fall upon you
can drench you to the bone
of everything could rob you
you could die alone
i know that, now.
i felt myself falling
with the rain somehow
i failed myself, flailing,
the rain falling hard
pouring out of buckets
laughing untoward
at all umbrellas and jackets
å
fantasy waterproof
in the end water will win
a leak will find every roof
water will find a way in
intricate machine
back found it dreaming
complicate subroutine
for grounded learning
danger the fluid mean
now no longer playing
all around where it has been
the field now quite level taking
technology trust assumes
by our own names asking we call it
its feckless slumber resumes
no turning off can befall it
not off completely ever
indifferently keeping secrets
more from you than better
open it to wake regrets
water will wake it up
doesn’t care about why
dissolve it break it up
wake up time to die
into your backpack sealed
into your technology sleeping
level the playing field
ports and vents penetrating
all your data holding
your life your finished work
into stony lifeless rendering
replaceable and dark
like anyone
like everyone
like no one
like someone who might have once
not screwed myself over all on my own
like just another analogy
like just another life
quotidian self made tragedy
first world seeming strife
i don’t have to watch something glowing.
i can pretend this phone is my laptop.
i can act like its really nothing
like someone who always backs up.
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
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.
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"
Call It What You Like
Or, A Grinning Cat Can Look At Any Thing
by a female Faust
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
Sweet yes, but not — too —
the near unspeakable motley
that Strange Muse of thine infused
in thy metaphor’s variety
(If some creature out of whirling Air
or rushing Fire conjuréd
surely then she’d not to earth
be down, upon, or under it)
yet the extant fact this verse reply
itself shows well, nay off, your skill,
if not the who, the how, &why;
thorough choice the sweetest stories tell
An it be not the tanned & tooled, still, fashion’s merely token
it may suit, the way my hide me suits; rules are nary found unbroken.
I dont want a damn thing from the sea, its all slippin
I need a bird from the sky cause shes free
Someone down to earth or pure fire like a Jinn.
Little bit of Angel, with the power of a litch, a little bit of demon with a bit of dragon skin..
I want em dressed in leather, like Max but better, cause I need em ready for
a fight like crazy, and I need em Mad as all hell, like me..
— Lucifer @0Lightbringer0
Mis
Sing you America! Smash carriage fit! Defining spelling, using chance, giving print communication
Identify the mark, apprehending cue: tree tough, behave; your eye guiding, take direction:
Lay a trick, no mere ill begotten scion. Critical: manage informed representation —
Rule the boat, Sybil your able chief make, trust placing in/for her pronounced conception;
Match a beat, demeanor’s sorry index treating, lead: cast out adventure’s categorization;
Understand the point, sell any thing: your accord, anthropic fire’s right perception;
Quote the memo, fortune’s deed: if conducting trial read, cite, construe interpretation.
homonymic possibilities completing the given title as if prefix
a puzzle poem by a Faust
Punk Ass Chica,
by and to and for and why’d
by a female Faust
Today i got a visit
—I forgot to say,’O, is it?’—
from this woman I have known
who most often walks alone,
However far you’ve fallen
In your own voice is Heaven.
A friend to every creature,
She will listen if they’ll teach her,
so readily thus led
a crow once landed on her head.
Aware that loving money spawning Evil
can almost anything leave ill,
she sees how rich men, in their pride,
discard more usefulness than hide.
So correct can guess a size
as if calipers for eyes
Yet would rather miss a mile wide
Then think it better left untried.
Punk ass Chica, hella tough,
that sings so sweetly, it’s enough
to remind anyone who’ll hear
that wheresoever, Angel’s near.
However far you’ve fallen
In your own voice is Heaven.
She told me in her way
That her birthday way today.
I wish I’d answered then;
Hope I get to once again;
It is good to have a friend.
September 20, 2021 ev
From An Us To A Y’all
Or, Perhaps We Ought Play Bridge
a poem by a Faust
a serendipity Divine is success at being other-halféd
complex, beautiful, & wondrous, an earnéd grace, it is
part sublime philosophy, part just — comfy & well fed
part, at the pub, of throwing knives engravéd hers & his
Acknowledgement
or, Sine Qua Non
Like an acknowledgement quite written while its work is still but — gleam
this from the hip opinion might be called lazy, selfish, worse
— by idiots alone. Notwithstanding how it seem
I know well to whom I owe my thankfulness for any skill at verse.
There is the subject, & the object, & there is also the — objective
There are those who help revision, help me focus, & refine
But there would be — well, nothing, save my own muted perspective
If I hadn’t grown within the wit with which I choose combine
O thou from my birth attendant, O ability discoveréd, Divine!
O friendship ever present, O Joy immeasurable on finding,
O that which moves within me, to whose mine own thoughts incline
O Spirit I must & always thank you, & should never need reminding:
My go to illustration of philosophical supervenience
Is any other thing soever to my mind,
&… my own
GENIUS.
