Rhyme on Rye No. 1
As bawdy the crass sax, or perhaps paramours' brass sex
Words form then stack, betwixt thighs' impasse vexed
He her rex and she his text, the poet's verse un-tersely
Pretzel'ing below the canopy's white lace so transversely
Rhyme on Rye No. 2
Mercy eludes, then grace concludes, while two strews
Amid the satin scattered, under the eiderdown skewed
Later undone, upon limbs flung, as passion's corpses
So love spoiled, and mortals un-coiled; their quiet crisis
Rhyme on Rye No. 3
Scattered the chalice shattered on history's cold floor
Water splattered, as goddamn blood, on misery's door
Like fallen lovers in passionate wars, blown the petals
Of rose to drenched furrow, by lust's wrenched fettle
Rhyme on Rye No. 4
While drunk brutal by duplicity, sipped from antiquity
Fitly, memories mid tattered kodachrome photography
Bored by wallow, hording the fallow, seeking release
Yet reeking of obese sorrow, fattened by non-caprice
Rhyme on Rye No. 5
Blindness curtains, consummating the second show
The last reckoning in solo, within littered theater rows
Exits dim, she turns to him, he discerns the chagrin
As shadows belong, unrelenting; death's song and gin
Rhyme on Rye No. 6
Fits intense by curious itching, such feared bewitching
Hence queer twitching, as eyes widen by livid pitching
So fibs lessen by ditching, betwixt twain supple fawns
`Low fain lunar dawn, disdaining pride, waning brawn
Rhyme on Rye No. 7
Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors
Cloaked storms gowned by social norms (a fuckin' hoar)
Hence sounds of silent words, while neon twilight stirs
The felines' purrs and canines' slurs, as whiskey ensures
Rhyme on Rye No. 8
Charting the whole, `low streetlamps on cold benches
Sorted souls' intermission, cramped in gutters' stenches
From bar stools to fools, smearing the human shadow
Down grayish sidewalks nicely iced, to hazy hollows
Rhyme on Rye No. 9
O their irony; mirth, dirge, or mere dearth, within skirt
And `neath blouse, to rouse and douse, while lust smirks
When love shirks it's duty (per poetry's chimerical fires)
Crumpling stockings on trousers, piled as funeral pyres
Rhyme on Rye No. 10
Ah, the daily fuss, goddamn eve’s maddening rush
Suited cowboys to gin mills, to fill their mulled hush
Dirtier the martinis, flirtier the ladies, as perceived
Love believed by pairs heaved, till each tab received
Rhyme on Rye No. 11
Bypassing the rife harassing, to prowl, slink and creep
Into penumbras deep, among swelter then shit in heaps
Death too bereft to expire, one’s breath inept to suspire
Liken prayers for mortal spires, or truth dared by liars
Rhyme on Rye No. 12
Amassing the knifed passing, oh howls per jinxed reap
Grim the tundra concrete, while her weltered ardor leaps
Like Abel clept, life not kept, per hatred thus hot desire
Till two paramours slept restless in loveless, lustful ire
Rhyme on Rye No. 13
Reeking of schemes unseen, preened by conundrum
As his sax arched her moan, her sex enlarged his hum
Ever last and anon so cast subtly, oh love’s lost finale
For atop morrow’s bureau in view; sorrow’s challis
Rhyme on Rye No. 14
“Seeking of reams teemed with screams un-succumbed
O’er cornet’s tones, as blood bleeds along spilled rum
From first, his alpha-kin, to last, her omega-sin madly
Upon tomorrow’s dying, after multum in parvo killing”
Rhyme on Rye No. 15
“Freakin’ twain as team tho’ oppose, as thorn and rose
`Twixt corn in rows thus lost, on floor mid undone clothes
Spun within till shunned again, so goes paramours’ lust
As the pair heaved, cleaved to leave, their fuckin’ cusp”
Rhyme on Rye No. 16 (reprised of No. 7 revised)
Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors
Stoke the storms of reciprocal norms (all fuckin' hoars)
Latter rounds of violent words, while neon twilight lurks
As felines covert, and canines overt, work the un-alert
Rhyme on Rye No. 17
Mind’s knick-knacks scatter, as tits-for-tats on platter
Upon drunk mad-hatters’ pilfering, mid deafening clatter
Ah, love’s tattoo undone, feels good as killer’s revenge
Fitly stung, rung and hung by hangman’s lustful binge
Rhyme on Rye No. 18
Thrilled by the killing spree, skilled by the swilling free
Blood and buzz, just because, as reaper grimly emcees
Till all sprawl to prostrate, aft’ brawl and broken plates
Fear innate, tears translate, inner silence’s altered state
Rhyme on Rye No. 19
Elixirs swilled as real, ah logic lost, per anagogic lines
Amongst purrs, slurs, by nightclub felines and canines
Sensuality stirred, garnished by olive, later her lipstick
Rim so smudged, hem then nudged, his usual shtick
Rhyme on Rye No. 20
Else, lovers’ stints and fits, scents from previous skits
Flicks then devious flits, o’er whiskey’s schizoid-wit
Dirty martini’s android-moods, ah nonetheless broods
Subtly duels, `tween monotony’s psycho-pistol feuds
Rhyme on Rye No. 21
O lady he so loves, on bar her drink, gun and gloves
Mary sips, to her lips his blood, and their lust thereof
What fuss, hot as musk, fraught the dusk with death
Liken Duncan caught mid thrust, envy and Macbeth
Rhyme on Rye No. 22
Lies oft are, cloaked by ties, coats, hats like old czars
As actors too, some ramblers, spilling tumblers on bars
Fools on stools, rarely a few, on par the colloquial ruse
Wide and far the usual excuse, till paid the rude Muse
Rhyme on Rye No. 23
As gun-smoked films noir, and hate-stoked dames are
The unexpected usually, unsuspected presumably starred
In spars and schemes bizarre, to mar, scar, for all to see
O her revenge cold, as barren wold or endless cruel seas
Rhyme on Rye No. 24
Ah the hiss faint in mind, beyond kiss of suspected kind
Expected as blind, by love sublime, however maligned
Oh the serpentine and brass ring, elusive and conducive
By the guile upon the guileless, such the wiles collusive
Rhyme on Rye No. 25
Like befalling Stygian shrouds, so darkness upon stage
While 100 candles flicker, till flamed to a vicar’s rage
O symphonies of everybody’s lies, their Lust connived
Love incised, Hate canonized, as 100 more vilely die
Rhyme on Rye No. 26
Whiskey arouses souls, like bloody tattoos incite flesh
By ills in thrills enmeshed, as chaff-n-wheat pre-threshed
So are facts killed, else skewed, by inebriation’s effects
Too wrecked to judge, to deflect nudges then neglects
Rhyme on Rye No. 27
Whiskey douses whole; love’s affairs, later life’s wares
Staring fraught, dreaming lost, such insistence for despair
Fairest not the ego, darkest the soul ergo, forever 3:00 AM
Suspending in goddamn ends, while pretending to begin
Rhyme on Rye No. 28
Whiskey espouses wise, as twilight rises until love dies
Lust despises of course; causes cavort, effects chastise
As advised per eternal praxeology of temporal sexuality
Such coitus of Passion and Reason, a divine sensuality
Rhyme on Rye No. 29
Damnation rings, by obsessed things, as little-kings within
Reason lacking, inner-trolls stacking, racking to bitter ends
Blending the ash-n-cinder, descending on litters of corpses
O monotony’s lovely courses and insanity’s rutted forces
Rhyme on Rye No. 30
Adrenaline’s mind-fuck, within bars’ muck and swap
Prating malaprops, inflating luck, amid vomit mopped
Aft tricks nonstop, such belated drops; blood and tears
Fitly, propensities’ mud in humanity’s coils and gears
Rhyme on Rye No. 31
Her milk, his wine, till final rhyme, since first night
Quenched hence his thirst, `tween her moist twilights
Drenched shirt on skin, clenched skirt by four fists
Passion like cyst, burst per curse, alas their last tryst
Rhyme on Rye No. 32
Silk lilts then saunters, off back, over left shoulder
Baton’ed by airy symphony, while moods wax bolder
Crooning from gulf to bluffs, along hips `neath slip
Lips to flesh, sips of sweat, enmeshing in odic scripts
Copyright © 2018 by D.C. Quillan Stone
Copyright © 2018 by D.C. Quillan Stone
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