from the terrace of a palatial estate…

pterodactyls in the sky

ex post facto success & a 3 night score.
only after straightening out came my usual
liberation. dumb-fuck luck seein’ it doled
out liberally & applied fast enough to make
a difference in the dark. got something to
crow about here; if that ain’t worth a few
minutes of prepwork to get makin’s right,
what is? don’t worry about it my friend.
here; lemme get that fer ya.

i need counsel. seemingly none to be found
among oldies from The Leftover Gang; better
luck somewhere else. a voice i’m sure wasn’t
mine narrowed what’d been an abundance of
possibilities into fractional remains. no shot
at help tonight, no matter how badly needed
or honestly expressed.

blame is mine to keep as a signature souvenir
of choices made & fate challenged. it’s my
responsibility to ensure nobody knows the
real name or face of the man in charge. i
change it as often as i can since new names
are free with receipt & 5 proof of purchases
of extra strength bath salts. faces are much
more expensive.

this one way conversation goin’ back & forth
with paint stuck to the walls says only “it’s
your mess, you hafta clean it up.” how the
paint knew about the malfracted Peter Pan
side of me, i couldn’t tell you. the longer i
hashed it out with the paint, less interest
i had findin’ out why the walls were talkin’
tse tse flies while pterodactyls fill the sky.

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Inspired by three comments and a facebook message that all pointed in the same direction. Dedicated to a hero from my youth whose name is as immaterial as my own.

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9 Responses to “from the terrace of a palatial estate…”

  1. Scent of my heart Says:

    There are few lines I really love …

    no shot
    at help tonight, no matter how badly needed
    or honestly expressed.

    blame is mine to keep as a signature souvenir
    of choices made & fate challenged. it’s my
    responsibility to ensure nobody knows the
    real name or face of the man in charge

    how the
    paint knew about the malfracted Peter Pan
    side of me, i couldn’t tell you. the longer i
    hashed it out with the paint, less interest
    i had findin’ out why the walls were talkin’
    tse tse flies while pterodactyls fill the sky.

    I had to read this 3-4 times and still I’m not sure if I’ve understood it,
    but then I’ve always liked your style because of making me think hard.
    And even if I don’t understand this completely, I still like the expressions and thoughts that come to me.

    • I think you are on the right path with this one. This is admittedly a complex poem if only because the theme is approached from the way symbols/references interplay with emotion and comparative thinking (i.e. tse tse flies are tiny and still exist, pterodactyls are neither.) Anyhow, glad you enjoyed, thanks for the kind words,

      crb.

  2. belladonna23 Says:

    you caught me at “dumb fuck luck”!! loved this. your poems are always so sharp, a blot of electricity right into my brain stem and jolting through my entire body

  3. Exactly what I was aiming for. Thanks kindly for the compliment, it makes my day to know something I wrote found such a response!

    crb.

  4. Insomniac night and riffling through your poems … Enjoy … yours are a challenge. That’s a good thing.

    Much appeal: – “The Leftover Gang” – “blame is mine to keep as a Signature Souvenier” + tse tse flies vs pterodactyls

    Mind bucking-up against heart or the reverse. Well done.

  5. i couldn’t tell you. the longer i
    hashed it out with the paint, less interest
    i had findin’ out why the walls were talkin’
    tse tse flies while pterodactyls fill the sky…

    wow,
    very powerful, the way you express your opinion is intriguing…

    A++

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