There’s a look
In those eyes,
So provocative
They mesmerize,
Yet she’s denied
By vacant guise,
What suggests
View marginalized,
For his incline
Be not of accord,
With her bold design…
Tho she leans closer
To tempt approval,
Of her sultry lure,
It fails to entice
His lack of taste
For female delight,
Despite the pleading
That lies in her eyes,
The gods had created
To want mesmerize!
If gallimaufry
Finds in oddity
Chaos to be me,
It’s but betwixt
A was and be,
Aspiring by degree
To surface real
And rather orderly…
Thus so this chaos
That was me,
Existentialistic curl
Of earlier survival,
Did so lead
To chaotic disarray
Filled with hollows,
And complexities
In murky shadows,
Then order of the day…
Sentient in fashion,
Like an automaton
Vacantly in shallows,
I reach out for reality
To still this life of chaos!
Poetry on a canapé 