Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Bibelot

Art by David Lynch



Black book black book 
Tied and bound 
Spilling copiously 
Like drippings from a hound
Inept sarcasm of Lord Jim
Pinching my sides in slightest hem
Cutting between my fingers 
Like old guitar strings across the bathroom floor 
For it is only natural to want more 
Curiosity: if only, I'll dive in you

Dive Into

Black book black book 
Black night as soothing leather 
Offset by your gold locket 
Guarded by a key worth 
More than blood diamonds 
Horded from the river
Ties that bind
Sap your ring finger 
As if your heart weren't mine



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20 comments:

repressedsoul said...

Black book and a black heart. Liked the rhyming scheme you've used in this one, obvious that you're exploring boundaries and a break from your usual style is strong and refreshing!

kavisionz said...

Very very original, Anthony! Despite the childlike "feel" to it, the cynicism and dark outlook towards life are so neatly packed in it!
Awesome writing!

dustus said...

There's a cutting edge to your allusions—adds up into a sharp piece. Another great poem by you, Anthony. Cheers

Brian Miller said...

dang...vicious anthony...Lord Jim speaks really funny you know...i like the new style...

ps thou mustest telleth how thy signs in with such haste

lori said...

Good grief, your words are like searing swords. How do you that so well? :)

Claudia said...

..Like old guitar strings across the bathroom floor .. black book...dive into you...it's only natural we want more...of course!
but honestly...you're playing some kind of magic with being always first at one shot...ha...magic in your words as well anthony...well played

Fred said...

That's about as good a poem I've read lately. And that is saying a lot, if you include my own, that's a lot of poems. Gonna rest the eve with this piece then start anew. Loved the work you did with this:)

janice said...

an amazing poem, startles and tempts my imagination and my desire to reach you inside your poem...i want to tell poets how their poems make me feel, but more importantly i want to know how they feel...too much feeling you say? never enough to convey the eternity we are free to write in..."tied and bound" "ties that bind"...as if our hearts were not yours...and then those words on your photo...

and the restlessness between anger and love...

it is all there...

sincerely,

Pat Hatt said...

Wow the words are relentless that you wrote
Really going for the throat
Job well done
Reading was quite fun

Beachanny said...

Black books have changed meaning in my lifetime. In my youth "little black books" were mens' contact info for women of easy and perhaps not so easy virtue. I think this allusion is darker and more nefarious. Couldn't quite tell. The lock was hard to pick. Well done my friend.

signed...bkm said...

I believe there are many layers to this black book, between the fingers and the ring...unlocking it to hoard more, more and it all being so natural to want.....many thoughts behind this one Anthony...nice work..bkm

Sheila Moore said...

hmmmm....sounds a bit naughty to me. I like the "black book" phrase repeating - gives it an eerie feel

andymac89 said...

Black book.... curiosity. Maybe my views on this come from the fact that I've been watching a lot of Supernatural lately. Our curiosity will drive us to discover what the black book contains and that is why we are the dominant species on the planet... our curiosity.

Looking at your profile I noticed the phrase "I'm old for my age" - describes me to a tee. I'm following.

Randy Behavior said...

I like the juxtaposition of the sing songiness with the actual images.

mrs mediocrity said...

filled with innocence and cynicism, played perfectly off each other. really nice.

Natasha said...

Awesome write...awesome image. I am leaving you quite happy...and happy to be following! :)

percyfreemanjr.com said...

Anthony each week I can click on your entry and know it is about to be worth every second I spend reading! Great Work Anthony! I'm a fan!

raivenne said...

Cynic, dark almost sinister in feel, but really anything but. The first stanza I felt was biblical. The struggle many have with religion/The Word, how some feel it binds, others feel it almost crucifies our lives. The second stanza is different altogether. That felt like the traditional "little black book" of modern masculine mythos. It reads like a lamentation of loss of said book, but personally, I think you're happy about this loss.

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PoetryandTattoos said...

amazing

Luke said...

love this.. very strong piece.. the repetition of ;black' really does it for me. The guitar strings simile I found powerful (being a guitar player and knowing how those very thin top ones on an acoustic/electric (anything but a classical) can really cut into your fingers