8 May 2018

age defying menu du jour



age defying menu du jour
you would sell saran and kelped seaweed dreams
wrapped A cups
but I fit B or C
or none at all, eventually
but I care not a whit for youth-full of shit's folly's promise -
all things waste away
decay into the lost stare
of a cold Atlantic sea
so don't beg me to belly up to the oyster bar and whine for wishes
the soup of the day is kissed with blowfish
and pucker suckers curve the learning for all mean leanings
no fillets of bone from flesh
attract anything other than maggots and blowflies
the try-tie-one-on hook of the siren's call
is always the downfall of empires and ages
better to embrace the salty taste of sunsquint eye-lines
and wonder wrinkles mouthed in awed "ohs"
before dissolving back to the only state of grace -
in death
these aren't tadpole dreams, sweetpea pod
or sour apples


©P.A.Kynda Palazy
all rights reserved


for: Real Toads: Camera Flash!
image: The Cup - Adolf de Meyer (1912) (fair use)
which was Saturday, so I'll link it to The Tuesday Platform since I'm writing a later date.

20 comments:

  1. "all things waste away
    decay into the lost stare"

    Brilliant.

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  2. I still say the soup of the day is motherfucker. ;-)

    I love the "lost stare" of the sea.

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    1. thanks ~ and the soup by any other name still stinks

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  3. Altogether a spectacular arrangement of words and phrases and a tone with just the right amount of bite.

    I was especially struck by the contrast contained in these lines, and how you used line length to emphasize the differences.

    but I care not a whit for youth-full of shit's folly's promise -
    all things waste away
    decay into the lost stare
    of a cold Atlantic sea

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    1. thanks Kerry ~ I hadn't really considered the line breaks other than a "front of my head" approach, so your noting of this is curious to me, and a good thing - makes me consider how there are so many ways and means to the actual construction in poems .... so thank you!

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  4. Wow!!! so passionate so death-ly
    "the soup of the day is kissed with blowfish
    and pucker suckers curve the learning for all mean leanings
    no fillets of bone from flesh"

    much love...

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  5. Love this especially; "better to embrace the salty taste of sunsquint eye-lines and wonder wrinkles mouthed in awed "ohs"before dissolving back to the only state of grace -in death."πŸ’–

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    1. thanks Sanaa ~ there has to be something "worthy" of the ages ... better to have lived, loved and laughed from the heart and spirit, than to have just skimmed the surface - and this means lines, marks, wrinkles and scars ...

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  6. It sounds like we are contemporaries :)

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    1. probably close enough ~ youngish but old soul ... but then, 50 (almost) is what? the "new" ______ ??

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  7. Excellent poem. The fugo can be deadly if done incorrectly but done correctly and sliced thin as tissue paper, it has a delicate taste and will not kill.

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    1. I think I'd still be slightly wary of fugu - but then, I'm generally averse to anything that might consider me as bait or as a foe. But then, a skilled hand and chef could certainly offer up a delicacy - but I'm not that adventurous. I'll let those who dare ... I'll stick to witness.

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  8. This is so excellent.. how can it be anything else with blowflies and maggots?
    Death has a way of pulling out such words.

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    1. thanks Bjorn :)

      death is the ultimate construct ... but I can certainly bide my time ...

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  9. From the title to the last line....this is a spectacular take on death....for some reason it makes me think of the movie....death becomes her.

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  10. I love how the picture changes before my eyes as I read this--such a sculptor's knife you take to both vanity and indulgence,cultcha and culture--yet I can't help feeling warmed by the grace of the verbal gymnastics--it's always pleasant to watch someone else do something perfectly, amid drops of sweat and silent teeth-gnashing--in phrases like '..embrace the salty taste of sunsquint eye-lines.." All in all, I think I would pass on anything served at this particular purse-string-mouthed oyster bar.

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    1. LOL@ your last line of the comment - and thanks Hedge, what a great compliment, all these layers ... and yeah, that's spot on "cultcha and culture" ... and all the rest. It's a bit of a tongue twister, this one. Perhaps I should be more conscious of speaking poems aloud ... (too many hats to wear when I just love the word play) ...

      thanks for stealing a moment or 3 Hedge - appreciated.

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, it's appreciated