QUARTER PAST SUBMISSION'S SWAN SONG (A FREIDA/KUBLA COLLAB)

06 26 14

Rendezvous with a rhyme
quarter to submission
sands passing seasons insanity
sifting through the looking glass
kaleidoscopic views of envisioned ingenuity
invented of shrewd clock's cleverness
dead stop in muse's fluidity
ticking shock in witless rhythm's time
Poesy's autopilot keeps track of
those who do and don't mind the fixes
Nestled in the stresses is a game of
hourglass hopscotch
Muse and fate concoct a blind date
Empty inspiration left to oscillate
in a black hole of huddled machinations
Strum the oracle of obvious aubades
Beat the path to a slaughtered pulp
Yeasty promises grow plump on record
like a sunrise
daring eyes to disclose the off-white lies
wing and a prayer flew the coop
dumpster diving for assimilated grace
inhaled within consumption's simile
devouring an exhaustive cadence
iambic pentameter humming Hallelujah 
requesting additional expenditures
darkly stares spoke out of turn
reimbursed in a slighted slug fest
Phallacy too close for comfort
to an organic pink compass
Truth drowning in a cold bath
sings out like a swan
channeling ambitious Leda
and the dynasty of awkward accountability

Author's Note

We're back ;)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"muse and fate concoct a blind date"

love it, and how true that is...a collision of spirit and words...time and poetry..

and you two collide with a great fluidity...your words seem as one voice...

I like awkward accountability...sort of like okay here are my words...I wrote them, whether they are truth or not, I don't know..but I take responsibility...I might have sheltered my emotions, covered them up or just outright spewed them honestly on the page..
but who knows..i am not sure myself.

[kublakhan27]

I can relate to those feelings when I'm writing on my own and Freida may relate as well...thank you Jacob.

[Frieda P]

I concur...poetic injustice perhaps, we never know how our words will be perceived. Thanks jacob.