MERGER TALK

11 12 01

A drowning surplus of compliments
you have earned
from the politics of your physique

You have been dissected
as deeply as a clothed body
can be dissected

Infinite eyes
have been sewn into you
like surgical cameras

to balm the glistened tongues
of imagination
driving lustful analysts

eager for an answer
to pacify all who've authorized
studies of your hypnotic mirrorball movements

across the floors of halls
where compromise born of conflict
is an idealistic myth

You flaunt your incandescent surplus
or it glides with you
as the aura of your walking enterprise

Either way I am debt
and you'll never know your power
till you've swam in my longing currents

Author's Note

This thing is thirteen years old! I think I aged a few years just thinking about that...

Reviews

[Leigh]

There aren't many poems on this subject and I don't think the fact that it was written 10 years ago makes any difference. You have written with great depth and complexity This could be the title of a film. This is a very creative write about a usually bland subject.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks very much for the kind words :)

[bryandc15]

Thanks for sharing this lovely poem:)

[kublakhan27]

My pleasure :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

The last stanza could be about America's addiction to deficit spending.

[kublakhan27]

Haha it could be...

[AK]

Great poem! It is very well written! Keep writing!

[kublakhan27]

Thank you AK :)

[AK]

Anytime :)

[KAOlmsted]

I like it. You must have god awful taste ;-) I'm glad you finally decided to share this with us, k...

[kublakhan27]

Haha Thank you Kim, I'm glad you liked it ;)

[KAOlmsted]

My pleasure.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Most of the time there is no compromise; it's either win, lose or draw. Yet, there are some games where compromise can be a winning strategy if its basis is not zero-sum. OK, so she/he was young and beautiful and they fawned the hell over her/him like bees do honey. You were young and awkward and insecure and felt as helpless as a leaf fallen into a raging stream. Nothings changed you think. Balderdash. Everything changes. That flower of youthful enamoring will wilt and fade - perhaps has already. It's the opportunities to pollinate, the thrust of nature that goes unanswered by complimentary hues in the rainbow of existence.. that is the true nature of the current overcast. But, it's winter, seasonally speaking (in this hemisphere) - what did you expect? New year, new spring, new flowers, new ... yada yada. Be happy the Vogon existed only in Doug's mind. Although, they just may be late. Either way, a pint's my cure du'jour; ibid.. :o)

[kublakhan27]

This review made me smile...I like your practical approach to this one haha I believe in better days because I don't wanna let down the people who worry about me...it goes against my natural instincts though :P Winter is actually my favourite season and most creative, at least I expect it to be that way every year and heaven forbid it doesn't happen one of these years cuz I'll probably go way out of whack...but I will take your advice and be thankful for not being totally out of whack :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Stoke up the fire! Here's to winter.. and whack-aligning pints! :D {sings, off-key, Ode to the Pirate Poets}

[kublakhan27]

LOL No kidding :D

[Muse]

The following below is why I like poetry:

Infinite eyes
have been sewn into you
like surgical cameras


You don't read stuff like this in a stuffy old book. With creative writing and poetry...the use of analogy's and metaphors have no limits. You do all of this so naturally.

[kublakhan27]

Thank you so much...I've been doing it for a good while so it's not quite as natural as one might think ;)

[quinfinn]

your words herein are pure genius, delicately woven from threads of life left lingering for many moons. sometimes a hiatus is very healthy for a write, the words having had time to marinade in the sauce of your memory. i love this, faves!

[kublakhan27]

Many thanks, I appreciate that assessment very much :)

[MOON]

Great flow, lovely write seems love the line from the politics of your physique ...speaks volumes.like being wrapped around omeones finger.

[kublakhan27]

That does indeed sum it up pretty well haha Thank you as always for the compliments^^

[Phillitup]

I like how you describe this poem as an old chestnut. That is a long time. Sure, your poetic voice has changed but I kind of like this poem.

[kublakhan27]

Many thanks...the degree to which I relate to this one has bred a kind of love-hate relationship with it :P