worshipping with words
the human experience
this tabernacle
© 2017 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet. The chaos part will become evident straight away.
worshipping with words
the human experience
this tabernacle
© 2017 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
the eye is still
of the storm
or is it
I
© 2017 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
Inspired by Uma Venkatraman's untitled piece beginning with "You bring me a steaming cup of coffee".
perhaps if I'd show some restraint
you'd pay a little mind
and arch an eyebrow or the like
while I explore in kind
the treasures you've put on display
but hadn't quite revealed
until you'd come to see my way
submitting to the feel
of rough attentions slowly
dealt within a velvet glove
both hot and cold administered
and lingered o'er with love
then on the cusp drawn back a bit
withheld like indrawn breath
to lengthen the experience
which fingertips and lips incite
as embers blown to flames ignite
perhaps when conflagration ends
with cuffs unbound
begin again
© 2017 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
it started out west
a new confection
carmelized and smoky
what we thought tectonics
would render the seed
of a new Atlantis
actually a fuse
lit by the oligarchs
well ... really Beelzebub
in their name
he's heard that final Trump
© 2017 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved
Inspired by one of RC deWinter's Shorties with Selfies.