BREATHLESS INCLINATIONS

Poet’s Preface:
Many accuse me of not Punctuating, not Capitalizing. I respond that doing so, or not, is a matter of my own personal style.
Here’s a Spoof, based on several overused clichés, which should please those out there in WDC-land, who don’t understand the concept of individualism. You have been warned.

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I feel Ever so Slightly, under, the weather,
This Morning. This Sensation, hits me,
Even, as I sleep, under the Eiderdown.
Rain, Gurgling, in the Gutters?
Could that, be what, I heard?
I sort, of wrote, I-am-bic Pent-a-meet...
Her…
The Gray Light, fanciful, between my Closed Eyelids,
Viewed in my Bedroom,
Filtering through the shutters,
Rusty White (isn't that orangish-PINK),
Told Me that the Hour must be,
Early, sixish, sevenish at the most.

Whew! Stop! Take a Deep Breath. Listen! Punctuate my Tires
before Continuing Onwards (Christian Soldiers
(It’s Sunday, (double, now triple parentheses)))
TO GO. Or Jail. Do Not Collect Two Hundred Dollars.
Don’t Whine About it, just ‘cause you’re Under the Weather.

I listened, by and large, (as) Carefully, (as I could)
at (to?) the Electrifying Rain, pounding,
on my Balcony, and thought - Just Briefly -
About Writing Bad Poetry, later, this morning,
after I fully Wake Up, Smelling the Coffee,
Filtering, through the open shutters, from the apartment below,
When, fully awakened, and having sipped, three,
No more, No less, (“Nevermore”, quoth the Raven)
cups, of the Finest Chinese Porcelain, (mind you (Pretty Please?),
containing White Tea. Was I, (Deep Breath!)
in my Morning Doubts, correct, for once, (ME?)
to assume, that the Tea Leaves Could Be Read?
Blue? Vermillion? Cerulean?
Like any Ordinary, (OK, spit it out!) Fortune Teller (!)
Who, blushing, TELLS IT LIKE IT IS?
This Too, Shall Pass.
Amen.

And what does this have to do,
(Comma Necessary for the End Of Line),
with Early Morning Rain
or being High and Dry, back,
under the Comforter, Listening…

BREATHLESS INCLINATIONS
A Poem by Alfred Booth
August 19, 2007
[2007.19.8...a]

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