Your Secret Admirer

 

hey
good evening
may i introduce myself
i am your secret admirer
my amorous armour present
and by your sublime impression
i am indelibly disarmed sheer
attired wide-eyed i remain
delightedly inchoate
what silent fortune
stoic as a lightening-struck pylon
with the equilibrium of a stoned submariner walking a
   t
     i
   g
  h
    t
   ro
   p
    e..
       and all while balancing himself with a pendulum
          cradled on down-turned palms
               and it works for me..

so why am i your secret admirer
in essence
your irreducible essence
vivid serene
your ascended presence
your numinous nowness
as graceful as the ever-flowing stream..

and although i usually mistrust the mystical
as nothing but lyricists fanciful
        frothing fantastical..
           and yet..
like an oh so subtle
so subtle field of light
your aura rare vibrates
and i am brushed
palpably brushed
pleasantly shocked..

this usually humdrum nitrogen-mix
now bumbles alchemical ripples
projects your softest skin scent
imagined on me painterly
de nuit da da
the afterglow strangely bathes me
with a certain ineluctable-afar..

pleasantly shocked
and shocked pleasantly to boot
to smithereens shook
delightfully discombobulated
mysteriously slam-dunked
you defibrillated my subtle centres higher
so i became your secret admirer
an advanced yogi of the unrequited
a shaman wildly dancing
wildly dancing at the banquet
the cocooned banquet
celebrating the reachable unattainable one..

amour de limerence has me in bits
pummelled
by the unforgiving steely fists of cupid
and as i man this in-between station
and as you have no doubt by now deduced
i am not prone to exaggeration
not even one bit..

a scarecrow pressing your field of flowers
i even wear sensible trousers
especially for court appearances/
severe job interviews
otherwise known as dates
i serenade the blue moon
clutching my holstered lasso
see how effortlessly i catch my coat
as the fatefully wooed wins her internal debate
and takes an emptive strike-out
otherwise known as..
another get-a-clue bathroom break..

the distance
your most mysterious touch
distance..
wrung rag-empowered
i remain your secret admirer
so from this pristine vantage point
the basement balcony glory of this crystal tower
i gaze at a reified panorama
 a gloam-lucent verge as diorama.

and in all the ways
in only all the ways i will ever imagine
i will never let you down
and should i glimpse through my glimmering..
..i melt a burning freezer full of fire extinguishers
as my yearning ambulance chases itself
ever-decreasing circles ambushed
marginalising further
the mangling mixed metaphor lounge lizard i have become..

gazing at my votive three-day shadow mirror
the ghost-in-smoke enquirer
my unuttered breath so dulcetly delivered
do you perchance hear your astral whisperer
     whisper..
         hey
    good evening
       may i introduce myself
   i am your secret admirer..

i bet you can almost hear me..

 

 

Poodle-Zen Of Lamp Post Maintenance

rarely reaching its eyes
the zipped city sun..
smiles
puckering the vacuum-pursed smile
beloved of the benevolent debt collector..

rise rise repossess and rise
cut out the star for zap-serrated skies
quivering flies sentinel the fraying custard pie
pawn your silver
knit chunky cardigans for your frozen heaters
worms will worm
hail new caesar..

and under that dwindling sun..
a high-energy poodle
yaps like an ever-looping car alarm
because
to this clown-mascaraed mutt
everything looms and screams
fire..fire..fire..
                 the poor neighbours..

frazzled poodles fluffy tufts scrawny
the best friend and decoy
for burglars
and vehicle thieves..

this tumbling rank towel
this wagging satellite-tracked dementor
this phantomic bucking whirler
is very slowly stalked by its woolly-hatted saskwatch
three different beards interwoven
bristle hay-stacked ziggurat
angst doctorate-decorated
a hidden cam inside his man-bag
he vapes a venetian blinds-style covid mask
                   disintegrating him his husk
                                  trust the man zugzwang..

destined fetched
this north face-clad individual
murkily shape-shifts between smart lamp posts
while his concrete-trampolining bouffant cloud
soft-ligatured
down-lit
stinging rain-deodorised
waters a row of alloyed smart daffodils
golden showered-rusting
steam-sprayed paws-deep
as if immersed
in an award-winning post-modern art installation
for there is no other kind which alights
a panegyrical panel of elite experts so slight
how they delight in themselves
self-proclaimed
gargling word-salad gain-of-function niceties
their airtight art lifeless
thus prized..

and there the man of poodle wanders..
but perhaps
a bead of inner eye inkling
wonders..

 

 

 

So, How Was it for You?

 

Dear friends,

So, how has this year been for you? Hope it has not been too shabby, despite all that is going on in this bewildering and shocking realm.

A small new update, actually relating to my previous one: As nearly all of you have bookmarked this site, I have again removed the Blogger subscriber button. Hardly anyone is using the feature, so it seems redundant.

 For the month of October, this site hit a new record ,of sorts, enjoying ~ forty-thousand unique visits. A nice little boost for my otherwise shredded ego. So, again, big hugs to each and every one of you for that!

The range of the readership is widening, too. The female/male breakdown is around a  50/50 split, but it has always been that way. What is new, is the regions, with South America and Asia catching up with Europe and North America. I still hardly receive any interest from the Middle East, Africa, or Australia/ New Zealand, however. Similarly Vogue supermodels and Bollywood actresses seem to be fairly thin on the ground. Ah well, you can't have everything.

The age range of the readers is pretty wide and evenly spread. I love that. And, in terms of creatives, as well as poets and songwriters - prose writers, humorists and arts academics seem to have had their interests also piqued.

Oh, before I forget, recently I received a couple of wry emails with links to AI interpretations of my two most recent poems; one by Elon Musk’s Grok. Try it, see what you make of it. A dream interpretation A.I. comin' up!

Wishing you all a peaceful and fulfilling New Year. See you in 2026. Take care. XX

Suki