VANILLA BOY

09 03 14

Defining me
is spelling out
a hundred-letter word
Essence of existence seized
in a vowel-less commute
through a dreamless sleep
between the suns
of definition and identity
Applications of passivity
become of me then bail
on potential to become me
Nothing here to see
say the signature police
Move along evolving as you were
Vicissitude's aloof
to the morose settlement
cited only in a mime around
the fringes of inclusion's
stunned recess
Outspokenness seduces
in its transparent slip of tongues
Intellectual arousal cowers
under impotence of
aural relevance
Praying to the ghost of
Helen Keller for a shadow
based influence
I resent my senses
on the basis of
their comfort on a fence
Why am I denied
essential evidence?
What nuances seal
the appeal of pretense?
I can lay no claim to tragedy
I'm too preoccupied
with verbal travesties
and inclinations of Van Gogh's spite
towards awarded senses
I'm inclined to take my eyes first
like an inconveniently
enlightened Oedipus
or have them taken from me
by a b*****d boy
keen to my attempts
at nurturing to health
the wrongings of divine right
Gloucestershire sauce
imprints a bitter stain
on my incessant appetite
for gluttonous libations
of assured affirmations

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

I used to just pop in and out of the cafe. But when i came across this title i had it bookmarked.. and steve i am so glad i did so. I really liked the start-hundred lettered word. Ahh yeah! You can't define yourself. Yes i may be abstract. So what! I don't pretend so how come can you like me. The end was just majestic- van gogh's spite,enlightened oedipus, glouchestershire sauce...!! It was just so cleverly written just the way only K.K can write.. :) Great!!

~Sophy

[kublakhan27]

Thanks so much Sophy, I knew you'd know just where I was coming from here ;) I am nothing if not abstract, maybe that's why your work resonates so deeply with me...but having said that, I don't find you 'abstract' per se, your writing is always rich in layers and meanings and messages, and I think that gets confused for abstract a lot...so glad you enjoyed this one my friend, your kind words have made my night as they often do :)

[Lyn Anderson]

I think this is brilliant, and so lost and found all at the same time -- I am dense, though, enlighten me on the Gloucesteshire sauce -- I puzzled on that one for a while.

[kublakhan27]

The last bit was inspired by King Lear, specifically one character, Gloucester, who was blinded by his illegitimate son...long story haha...so glad you enjoyed this one my friend, it's a pretty personal piece.

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh duh was thinking it was a slight against the place

[kublakhan27]

Haha It doesn't mean that there aren't slights scattered throughout this one...never rule that possibility out with me my friend :P

[AprilRN1210]

well, Steve... what can I say to this one, I haven't said a MILLION times before... you are far from "vanilla" and those affirmations come in the form of vocal praise from a sincere, heartfelt audience of close friends and talented writers... some of these lines broke my heart.. The first fourteen lines or so and the last four really "hit me" and are so strong, yet can FEEL the pain, the longing, the ache for what you desire, yet never seem to find.. ((hugs)) to you my friend.. for I know not what I can do or say, or what it is that you need, but my friendship you have, for what it is worth... :)

[kublakhan27]

Ah you know me my friend, I just have these days, and yesterday was one of the worst I've had in a while...and when I have these days, I usually wind up at this theme...it's my poetic and emotional scapegoat haha I'm doing better today, and remember, you have to take these pieces with a grain of salt when it comes to me...they don't reflect how I feel most of the time...I just see certain things once in a while that throw me into chaos and I saw a few of those things yesterday...but never interpret these pieces as a lament for a lack of support and friendship...I know I have those things and they mean more than all of these melancholy poems combined, and yes, your friendship is worth the world, don't ever think it isn't...thank you April :) ((hugs))