Goode Abortive Methods

Another poem about the same damn ex-girlfriend. This is the last in her particular series..... Res Ipsa Loquitur

Goode Abortive Methods

 

I used to be willing and able to fight this cold World

Especially for the love of a particularly cruel women

Who I now realize is just another girl

That caused the deception by the inception

Of her once real love when in reality, it was a hurdle

This caused a version of Hell when I jumped for her and fell,

Off the shell of the sleepy but oh so wises Turtle

Whose enormous girth protects the Earth

While it spins on an axis that turns very slow

We don’t sense the planet’s revolutions

But we see the day and also the eternal night

That only the blazing Sun can light

In a spectacularly beautiful burning glow

It’s not her but the abstract idea of Unconditional Love that I yearn for

Which used to make me think I too sensitive but still special

And  

I know that I am just Kazinsky,

Known to some of you as the infamous poetic White Devil,

Is just another average, unexceptional Mortal

A man who is at times confused, sad, and so damned pitiful

For even in this season far past my youth,

I can’t find a Goode reason to let this stupid b***h go

Even though,

A criminally irresponsible man who was not I shot scorching hot semen flow

In between her wide-open legs and to her invariably fertile eggs

To conceive a baby, whose existence came to me as a surprisingly mighty blow

Because one year earlier, that child should have been mine

But tragically for me that pure and innocent Soul was never allowed to be born

Thus, the Pneuma could have been my son

Whom I was destined ever-more to never know

There is one true fact I need to understand and perpetually remember

The truth of the insidious matter is that it was not the woman I loved

But just the idea of who I honestly thought was her

A Capricorn who was born in the cold month of December

And now that I have realized I have never yet felt True Love

Makes it kind of easy to not forget that I practically forgive her

Almost…....       A.N.F.

Andrew Nicolas Farrens        

                                       -_--_-Drew Kazinsky-_--_-                                                                                      West Stockton, CaliforniA                          June 11, 2012                                                        061112                                  

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Reviews

[quinfinn]

i find it fascinating that so many writers today are embracing themselves in almost a cynical way as to make their art more personal, in my case, it seems almost foreign when read back to oneself...this is a stinging smack at a regretful "ex" and, believe me, i have been here. of course, your experience is unique to you but i think you know what i mean. something in your style sounds rather like Clive Barker
to me...maybe it was reading the use of the word Pneuma....alien to many writers
love this rant!

[Ees]

"Off the shell of the sleepy but oh so wises Turtle" extra 's' on wise that I don't think that you meant to put there.

I like this one best of your work, I think, at least for the moment...
There is an evolution of emotions in this one and the flow was remarkably good, especially in the beginning.

[Dayran]

There are many things in the mind of a lover. There are even more things in the mind of a good man. At some point in our life's experiences the game between the lovers takes on a new genre of experiences. Its like shifting to the fifth gear of a BMW. Awaaaaaaaaaay ...... into the deep blue yonder.

You may need to do something different with your life before you make contact with that. A trip to the Pampas perhaps?

[de_maruf]

great one

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

A piece raw with emotion and honesty. I love the descriptive words used and the tone of the piece. Good job

[mandy]

very good write..descriptive picture of an accidental pregnancy. after the earlier abortion, that must hurt a lot..sorry

[MOON]

Rage made lyrical

[gombeggar]

good expression...the human story that often repeats itself...unfortunate truth

[Mark]

Sorry man. Good write.