Quantum and quiet/
Stand on shoulders of others/
Snow-flakes rise to heights/
On chrystalline white layers/
Molecules fell the mighty.
Puma/MMX
Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head,verses to be read;.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Love in a Bed Canopied
“Happy to be here”
Words whispered in dark/
“I’m happy you came”.
My Portuguese lover, and I/
a cold night, a magical bed.
Four phallic posts, surround/
above nylon and cotton.
Flush and fluffy, gently swaying/
Cumulonimbus, surreal.
Entwinement as one being/
as AM morphs into PM.
Emotion and intellect/
conflicted by farewells.
Oh, to have your eyes of black/
that secrete traits of aloofness.
Perhaps then, I could love, leave/
And move-on, as a non-chalant.
Puma/MMIX
Copyright 2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.
Words whispered in dark/
“I’m happy you came”.
My Portuguese lover, and I/
a cold night, a magical bed.
Four phallic posts, surround/
above nylon and cotton.
Flush and fluffy, gently swaying/
Cumulonimbus, surreal.
Entwinement as one being/
as AM morphs into PM.
Emotion and intellect/
conflicted by farewells.
Oh, to have your eyes of black/
that secrete traits of aloofness.
Perhaps then, I could love, leave/
And move-on, as a non-chalant.
Puma/MMIX
Copyright 2009/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
E.R.
"Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me".
Emily Dickinson.
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I am DEAD. Yes i am DEAD! How do i know i am DEAD?
Because the doctor in the ER does not seem to hear me.
He seems to be looking right through me.
I see them, the doctor and my lover Gary.
'Gary, can you hear me'? No, just a blank stare in response.
God-damn (I shouldn't use that phrase anymore),
simple procedure, my ass. Emergency/yes, OK,
Gary and i were looking for a medical solution,
not a final solution. I guess they gave Gary some
bull-shit explantion. Maybe i should never have
signed that DNR statement. Gary, how brave we were with
that document. The CREMATION, crap i forgot about that.
Scatter my ashes over the Atlantic off the Jersey shore
how poetic. I know Gary will respect my wishes.
But, wait, how can i think/see/hear/feel/
if i am DEAD?
Ah, you will never know, wait you will know one day.
And of course days won't matter either
Oh no, what if i have been dead for years,
and what i see is only the last image i saw before i DIED.
DEATH is eternal, so my love for Gary will be eternal.
Tony Puma/MMX
He kindly stopped for me".
Emily Dickinson.
------------------------------------
I am DEAD. Yes i am DEAD! How do i know i am DEAD?
Because the doctor in the ER does not seem to hear me.
He seems to be looking right through me.
I see them, the doctor and my lover Gary.
'Gary, can you hear me'? No, just a blank stare in response.
God-damn (I shouldn't use that phrase anymore),
simple procedure, my ass. Emergency/yes, OK,
Gary and i were looking for a medical solution,
not a final solution. I guess they gave Gary some
bull-shit explantion. Maybe i should never have
signed that DNR statement. Gary, how brave we were with
that document. The CREMATION, crap i forgot about that.
Scatter my ashes over the Atlantic off the Jersey shore
how poetic. I know Gary will respect my wishes.
But, wait, how can i think/see/hear/feel/
if i am DEAD?
Ah, you will never know, wait you will know one day.
And of course days won't matter either
Oh no, what if i have been dead for years,
and what i see is only the last image i saw before i DIED.
DEATH is eternal, so my love for Gary will be eternal.
Tony Puma/MMX
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
E-Males
From: Andrew>
Subject: hi
TO: "Tony P"
Date: Saturday, February 20, 2010, 9:07 AM
Hi tony
andrew here. how are you? I’m sure you weren’t expecting to hear from me.
i do miss seeing you .it was great meeting you in person and you are great in bed. i do want to see you again.
but all i want is to have a physical thing with you. i don’t want to meet regularly but an occasional meeting, say every 2 weeks or longer. i don’t want to sleep over either. i just want to be able to touch you and cuddle with you and have you do the same to me. i don’t want the emotional attachment. am i asking too much?
if you think you could handle this and only meet every so often, i would love to see you again. but i would understand if you wouldn’t.
take care.
andrew
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
RE: hi
From: Tony>
To: Andrew>
Date: Saturday, February 20, 2010, 1:23 PM
Andrew,
U R right I did not expect to hear from u.
Yes, u r a good guy/and I enjoy your company.
But I am a passionate guy/passionate about my poetry and my relationships.
I am Disappointed in your wanting to come over every couple of weeks to enjoy me and feel good about yourself/as if I were your Whore.
I can have sex with most any guy I choose,
but I don’t because I want more than a BJ.
You obviously have a hang-up of getting close to someone.
I suggest you get some therapy/because it is a lousy
way to go through life.
I have conditioned myself to shed negative feelings and live my life to the fullest.
My passion may cause me some hurt in this life-style of mine.
But it is a whole lot better than being afraid to open-up
to another human being.
Do I like you, yes.
But in NO way will i enter into an arrangement where my partner
gets all the benefit of meeting me/when HE decides on some
random day off.
My Asian friends would NEVER ask of me what you have.
Maybe you are too American.
Thanks,
Tony
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Puma/MMX
Subject: hi
TO: "Tony P"
Date: Saturday, February 20, 2010, 9:07 AM
Hi tony
andrew here. how are you? I’m sure you weren’t expecting to hear from me.
i do miss seeing you .it was great meeting you in person and you are great in bed. i do want to see you again.
but all i want is to have a physical thing with you. i don’t want to meet regularly but an occasional meeting, say every 2 weeks or longer. i don’t want to sleep over either. i just want to be able to touch you and cuddle with you and have you do the same to me. i don’t want the emotional attachment. am i asking too much?
if you think you could handle this and only meet every so often, i would love to see you again. but i would understand if you wouldn’t.
take care.
andrew
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
RE: hi
From: Tony>
To: Andrew>
Date: Saturday, February 20, 2010, 1:23 PM
Andrew,
U R right I did not expect to hear from u.
Yes, u r a good guy/and I enjoy your company.
But I am a passionate guy/passionate about my poetry and my relationships.
I am Disappointed in your wanting to come over every couple of weeks to enjoy me and feel good about yourself/as if I were your Whore.
I can have sex with most any guy I choose,
but I don’t because I want more than a BJ.
You obviously have a hang-up of getting close to someone.
I suggest you get some therapy/because it is a lousy
way to go through life.
I have conditioned myself to shed negative feelings and live my life to the fullest.
My passion may cause me some hurt in this life-style of mine.
But it is a whole lot better than being afraid to open-up
to another human being.
Do I like you, yes.
But in NO way will i enter into an arrangement where my partner
gets all the benefit of meeting me/when HE decides on some
random day off.
My Asian friends would NEVER ask of me what you have.
Maybe you are too American.
Thanks,
Tony
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Puma/MMX
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentine for Adrianna
If we were straight/
what a couple/
we would be.
We would say things/
to each other like/
‘grow old with me’.
But you heed Sappho’s call/
And I the young male ball.
You are my sister and/
hope that you resist the/
impulse to hate my whim/
as I kiss you as kin.
We will be friends in poetry/
exchange our verse as pleasantries.
To be and see/to feel and hear/
emotions rampant/
in our own sphere.
As I end this ‘Hallmark’ rhyme/
and reflect on hurts in my time.
I wish to you less-hurt/
that life will send your way.
So as your Platonic friend:
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Puma/MMX
Copyright 2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.
what a couple/
we would be.
We would say things/
to each other like/
‘grow old with me’.
But you heed Sappho’s call/
And I the young male ball.
You are my sister and/
hope that you resist the/
impulse to hate my whim/
as I kiss you as kin.
We will be friends in poetry/
exchange our verse as pleasantries.
To be and see/to feel and hear/
emotions rampant/
in our own sphere.
As I end this ‘Hallmark’ rhyme/
and reflect on hurts in my time.
I wish to you less-hurt/
that life will send your way.
So as your Platonic friend:
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Puma/MMX
Copyright 2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.
Friday, February 12, 2010
San Gennaro/Mulberry Street (A festa e tutte effeste)
Giovedi:
Grandiosa aperture della festa/
la banda suonera per le strade del rione.
A child watches from his aerie on –high/
this magic iron grate/the mystery below.
Sabato:
Grande processione con la statua/
del miracoloso San Gennaro/
che girera per le strade del rione.
The child in the crowd/
awed by the Saint/
miracle over myth.
Lunedi:
Messa solenna che veria/
celebrata dal vescovo chiesa/
‘The Most Precious Blood’/
fara seguito la venerazione/
e processione con le relique di/
San Gennaro.
A Catholic mass/
where language and rites/
overwhelm the child.
A child of descendent blood/
commingling with the/
symbolic blood of Christ/
and the Saints’ blood relic.
Sabato:
Sfilata con carri allegorici/
e bande con l’intervento di/
note personalita.
Oh, this is what the child/
was waiting for/
family gathered to celebrate.
Vino/pasta/pesci/cannoli/
Never ate food from the street.
(with the exception of Zeppole).
Domenica:
Concorso del palo/
della cuccagna.
Cousins, like monkeys/
shimmy up Grease Pole/
to reach prize on top/
heavens’ reward for/
good works.
What magic this child witnessed.
Puma/MMX
Copyright 2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.
Grandiosa aperture della festa/
la banda suonera per le strade del rione.
A child watches from his aerie on –high/
this magic iron grate/the mystery below.
Sabato:
Grande processione con la statua/
del miracoloso San Gennaro/
che girera per le strade del rione.
The child in the crowd/
awed by the Saint/
miracle over myth.
Lunedi:
Messa solenna che veria/
celebrata dal vescovo chiesa/
‘The Most Precious Blood’/
fara seguito la venerazione/
e processione con le relique di/
San Gennaro.
A Catholic mass/
where language and rites/
overwhelm the child.
A child of descendent blood/
commingling with the/
symbolic blood of Christ/
and the Saints’ blood relic.
Sabato:
Sfilata con carri allegorici/
e bande con l’intervento di/
note personalita.
Oh, this is what the child/
was waiting for/
family gathered to celebrate.
Vino/pasta/pesci/cannoli/
Never ate food from the street.
(with the exception of Zeppole).
Domenica:
Concorso del palo/
della cuccagna.
Cousins, like monkeys/
shimmy up Grease Pole/
to reach prize on top/
heavens’ reward for/
good works.
What magic this child witnessed.
Puma/MMX
Copyright 2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
V
I.
I forgot your name
I forgot what you looked like.
Now we meet again in that
happy place.
The first time we met you were
dismissive of my poetry.
But I was drawn to you,
as you said you wrote verse.
We sat, and drank, and left
for a four-AM breakfast.
With no change in your
demeanor or attitude.
No good-byes, I walk-out
on you at diner,
while you intercede on behalf
of waitress arguing with manager.
II.
Re-introduced.
You startle me by how hurt you were
when I left the diner.
It is only then that I realized,
I got through to your inner being,
and past that defensive outer shell.
That you are as lonely as I.
Leave happy place.
Diner re-dux/Uneventful/More insight.
To apartment/Reading poetry-prose.
My God, how you paint your
prose with evocative scenes
and people.
An eye for detail,
with a sensitive touch.
We are kindred spirits
in the written word.
Poetic smoke/Passionate fire.
Love/Nap/Love/Slumber/Love/AM to PM.
How passionate you are in action
as in your words.
How you return my love
in kind.
How in the afternoon we go out
Into a ‘Sunday Coming Down’
type of day'.
Puma/MMIX
Copyright 2009
I forgot your name
I forgot what you looked like.
Now we meet again in that
happy place.
The first time we met you were
dismissive of my poetry.
But I was drawn to you,
as you said you wrote verse.
We sat, and drank, and left
for a four-AM breakfast.
With no change in your
demeanor or attitude.
No good-byes, I walk-out
on you at diner,
while you intercede on behalf
of waitress arguing with manager.
II.
Re-introduced.
You startle me by how hurt you were
when I left the diner.
It is only then that I realized,
I got through to your inner being,
and past that defensive outer shell.
That you are as lonely as I.
Leave happy place.
Diner re-dux/Uneventful/More insight.
To apartment/Reading poetry-prose.
My God, how you paint your
prose with evocative scenes
and people.
An eye for detail,
with a sensitive touch.
We are kindred spirits
in the written word.
Poetic smoke/Passionate fire.
Love/Nap/Love/Slumber/Love/AM to PM.
How passionate you are in action
as in your words.
How you return my love
in kind.
How in the afternoon we go out
Into a ‘Sunday Coming Down’
type of day'.
Puma/MMIX
Copyright 2009
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