“Tending To My Disappointment”

 

 

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“Headed Off at the Passé” © C.P. Hickey 2018

 

“Tending To My Disappointment”

 

Tending to my disappointment,

tends to build resentment.

 

Presented with,

an alternative?

 

Salvation lives,

‘tween cultivated,

narratives.

 

Like true lies,

that sanitize,

reality.

 

Reaching back,

far, far, back.

out the back,

of a used hatchback.

 

My conscience becomes a stowaway,

accountability thrown away.

 

Forever, indebted to wrongly attributed superlatives.

Do not forgive a spurious gesture.

 

Misdirection,

always sells you,

gilded gifts and promised pleasure,

but, leaves you concrete pains.

 

Disappointment’s designation:

 

The flames of fear,

feed conflagration,

until there is nothing left but dismally disappointing ashes.

“A Long Musk”

“A Long Musk”

Let’s go down to that secret place.

That place where you can be who you want to be.

Who you are?

Where we can revel in the glory of attraction and anticipation.

Bated breath.

Sweat.

Chest to breast.

Bold biology.

Fulfillment.

Elbows, lips, pliable flesh.

Pink, purple, red, mocha.

Salt kisses, fingers submerged.

Dainty fingertips gliding along the periphery.

Sweat, warm wetness.

Pushing through.

Resistance.

Momentum.

Breathless butterflies.

Connected solely through electric fingertips.

Fingerprints intermingle, DNA altered.

Traveling towards the event horizon, no reset.

Skillful ravaging.

Contentment.

Certain.

Invasive intimacy.

Waves, waves, waves.

Eyes locked.

Final approach.

Hushed encouragements increase the urgency.

Swollen to a point of burst.

A civilization in its ascendency and decline, in one moment.

Palms slapping the top sheet.

Final advances assured.

Bucking.

Thrashing.

Grinding.

No stopping the launch sequence.

Liftoff.

Traveling up into and becoming one with the atmosphere.

Eventually escaping gravity, and floating.

Floating…floating.

A sweet reverie, wrapped in languid limbs and surrendered kisses.

An expanding universe that ends and begins in the loins of lovers searching for meaning.

“Inhibited”

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“Tundra” © C.P. Hickey 2017

 

 

 

“Inhibited”

All of the words.

An expressive and bitter, “No!”

A sigh.

A wrinkled nose, from unkempt nose hairs.

The minute my hands are involved with dish soap.

Doggie scratching on the door.

The mail carrier ripped important correspondence shoving it into your cast iron mailbox.

Molded plastic breaks when stepped on, and finds soft tissue on a foot sole.

The bus escapes the nearest stop, just as I turn the corner of the driveway.

Gone.

Absent.

Left for life.

Left for dead.

Depot driven.

The long cold walk.

Concrete sprawling out, out, and forever.

The river’s edge.

Depths of frozen sleep.

The sky suffocates my passage.

Doesn’t recognize or care to remember my boot imprints in the snow.

It melts gradually, and meets the sewer grate for the trip to the harbor.

Halfway house spectacles line the corridor leading to transit.

Coffee and cigarettes substitute for harder gravities.

My hardship brethren walking the walk.

Life is hard for all.

It’s hard to set parameters for yourself, when they’ve already been set well in advance of your arrival to this fucking circus.

“Lap Belly”

 

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“Lap Belly”

 

Port, sherry, lap belly.

Rigor mortis, snort.

Spider plants, slow dance, corporate Voldemort.

Dill pickle, Cole Trickle, Scientology.

Breastplate, sulfate, all apologies.

Checkout line, unrefined, disability.

Congress, unimpressed, lacks integrity.

Blowup doll, on-call, skinny jeans wedge.

Neo-nazi punks turning tricks beneath the hedge.

Lance Kiffin, Dunder Mifflin, full-court press.

Kaitlyn Jenner, Marilu Henner, wore the same dress.

Dull lecture, pure conjecture, impotent rant.

Pup tent, back rent, five yard slant.

Disco dancing, rogue romancing, Walmart line.

Restroom doom, vape plume, running out of time.

Environmental, supplemental, chaotic weather.

Oligarchs, low marks, keeping masses fettered.

Revolution, extant pollution, building to a burst.

Time marching, apathetic, humans are the worst.