the evident dapper fiend ( a repost of an old favorite)

the evident dapper fiend

 

delicious rage roars in mirrors around the still wooden head

 

but insist, and the color-corona fades into matter

because nothing that matters is relevant

when seeking the secret to the eye twinkle,

smile dimple, milk ripple expressions

that grow beyond the ever-present

veils of social sobriety

 

the mystic misty estranged misfit

childishly mole-peeping through

the pinholes in the vainly dyed stars

that ignite the clever robot grin

of razor-glaze and lotion cloak:

the evident dapper fiend

 

to shine in caves of private cliffs is safer

than diving off into realms of tender flesh

and brittle metered platitudinous refrain

and beetle-shelled b***s rolling their

their monstrous dung balls upward . . .

 

“never lateral,

never downward,

always upward

as this is the only way to insure

adherence to

proper operational doctrine,”

so sayeth the prettiest droopy dolt

 

 

if the tears can’t be dammed

if the inappropriate laughter can’t be smothered

if the spontaneous singing begins

if anything other than sameness appears

then we perish as we clasp

 

scuttle sure!

 

keep your hush auroral rabbit

remain obscured and tucked behind

the banal blush and ad lib drone

that form the pale organic bust

of the evident dapper fiend

Author's Note

This one was published originally in the Medulla Review, and then, again in a hardback volume Medulla Press did. It was also published in Grendel Mom, a local Lesbian Punk zine, based in Houston, Texas. It was fun to write. :)

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

a surreal trip through Wonderland...language like the prose of nabokov...great rhythm rhyme, something you could read to a three-year old to lull him and make him laugh, since in his innocence he wouldn't know the content, just that it sounds like a nursery rhyme. so creative this is. wonderful piece.

[roarke]

How old is this piece? Your style seems different now, less bulldozer and more finesse. Here's one WAY off the wall, for some dang strange reason, I get a picture in my addled head of a ship's carved figurehead, maybe the opening line did it...

It's large, it's radiantly rich, it's raking in the whole texas hold 'em pot and grinning back at the losers. I think a lion tamer faces less in his daily feline act. When yer through with the whip and chair, lemme borrow them ok?

[Tim Lion]

Bro,
This is you at your best. Just the honest howls of a lone spirit from a tangled wilderness of lies and manners and bullshit. I always enjoy when you take off the pretty mask, and bust out the anti-everything face. And, you got published in a Lesbian Punk zine! For a big ole redneck, that, in and of itself, is amazing. lol!
But, don't let it go to your auroral rabbit head, jackass!
Love ya,
T