The Naked Troubadour

Simmer [poem]

Posted on Sep 12, 2013 Updated on Mar 26, 2017

some words play havoc
with one’s
well-being
farseeing
hot decreeing
down the chute of life

(I’m screeing!)

crazy ardent
fervent zealness
adoration
craving realness
lusty thrusty
must
and never put your trust in
maybe

always look stuff in the eye
no fleeing from
the
what’s this
wherefore
and
the whys
how does it work?
our arrows fly
(no need to see
the whites of eyes
before our questions
slice the skies)

[b
u
t]

lukewarm
mediocre
tepid
vapid
passion-choker
trite
insipid
apathetic
run-of-the-mill
and anaesthetic
plodding
routine
ordinary
repetitious
stationary
dreary
dreamless
uniformsome
stultifying
flat
weak
humdrum
bring some bile
into my gizzard
crawl my skin
and give me shivers

Lord, protect me from a simmer
.
.
.
© Alan Morrison, 2013