Saturday, June 26, 2010


I love the Sun
l o o o o o v i n g us
with perpetual patience
ever since the famous Day of Yes
"let there be . . ."
sworn on the Oath of Earth
so there was light
there was warmth
there was luvrise every morning
unfolding itself like a brilliant idea
of wings, wind and elegant physics

It prepareth for us, The Earth
a wet lush salad
days after evermore days
according to law
set by the regulatory authorities of YES
we emerged and merged and morphed
evolving and revolving and whirling
in a wonderful waltz of unwavering loyalty
to The Light.

I love the high noon lust
beams and boners of flaming excess
penetrating the breathing space
the prophylactic membrane of oxygen
so we all get naked
like blooming flowers
with dilating petals
glorious little wide-ons
in the great solarium
of multicolourfulism
where pollen is flower-cum
soaking the salad
with the frolic of fertility

I love the musky dusk
when the sun goes down on
the swooning wetness of great lakes
s l o w . . g o l d . . g l o w
scorching scattered clouds
and spreading an ululating carpet
drawing lovers dripping in dream
to walk towards it
into the closing scenes of novels and movies

I love it the more
when it goes
d e e e p
on Mother Earth
its descending forehead sweating scarlet
tongue flares receding into the calm softmess of afterglow
while the night sky
glistens with the delirious debris
of star splatter.


Anonymous said...

Vulgarity is the rich man's modest contribution to democracy. Vulgarity is the quality of being common, coarse or unrefined. This judgement may refer to language, visual art, social classes or social climbers.It may never be self-referential to the author of the poems because, to be aware of vulgarity is to display a degree of sophistication which thereby elevates the subject above the vulgar.
From the fifteenth to seventeenth centuries, "vulgar" simply described the common language or vernacular of a country. From the mid-seventeenth century onward, it began to take on a pejorative aspect: "having a common and offensively mean character, coarsely commonplace; lacking in refinement or good taste; uncultured; ill bred". In the Victorian age, vulgarity broadly described many sorts of activity, such as pushing to get on a bus, wearing ostentatious clothing, and more subtle aspects of behavior. In a George Eliot novel, one character could be vulgar for talking about money, a second because he criticizes the first for doing so, and a third for being fooled by the excessive refinement of the second.

In language, the effort to avoid vulgarity could leave characters at a loss for words. In George Meredith's Beauchamp's Career, an heiress does not wish to make the commonplace statement that she is "engaged",nor "betrothed", "affianced", or "plighted". Though such words are not vulgarity in the vulgar sense, they nonetheless could stigmatize the user as a member of a socially inferior class. Even favored euphemisms such as toilet eventually become stigmatized like the words they replace, and currently favored words serve as a sort of "cultural capital".

Anonymous said...

You are vulgar, because your poverty is a pretentious poverty, because your disease professes to be the most radiant health.

You protest your unintelligence, your lack of understanding with a vehemence of florid utterance that is not only shocking, but ludicrous.

As far as exhibitionism it is always vulgar, even if what you exhibit is the most exquisitely refined of souls.

Wally Keeler said...

Thus spake a snobbish prude.

Rainbow Stardust said...

Socially inferior class?
What century are you living in Anon?

Wally Keeler said...

The poster simply copied and pasted from Wikipedia. The opening sentence was a quote from a site of unknown authors. They have no original thoughts or ideas of their own, nor any creative ability to compose borrowed thoughts in an original way. Sigh.

Anonymous is simply a fat cow ard.