The Startled Man

 

The Startled Man

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this “she” was birthed
in his fractured dreams
helpless as a forest fawn
frail as a snowflake
falling on a May predawn

a captive
to his fearful heart
caught in his twisted fantasy
conjured by his crippled soul
his power is his fallacy

he needs her weak
for at his core
he’s filled with sour doubt
knows his time of tyranny
is quickly running out

threatened
he seeks to dominate
silences her rising voice
to keep her mute and under thumb
tries to deny her right of choice

with strengthened will
she finds her voice
speaks direct to what she sees
startled by her forthright way
he wants her back upon her knees

once a hollow woman-husk
with sorrow dark as growing dusk
whose spirit withered
in the dimming light
as nightmares swelled
night after night
whose tears once seared the barren land

now rebukes
his fisted hand
and walks away
from the startled man

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

Entangled

 

Entangled

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he spent his life
building and feathering his nest
head down
consumed in the process

a man committed
to the industry
of his task

so capable
so indendent
no time for distraction

wanting nothing
to interrupt
his single-minded endeavor

not needing
nor asking
for help
from anyone

finally one day
he rose up
to look around

to discover
he had achieved
every goal

every accomplishment
was indeed his alone
but terribly alone
he had no one

he was isolated
was entangled
in his cold
calculated
singular
success

he was
empty

and
sad

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

Keeper

 

The Keeper

~

don’t drift or lose center

misaligned emotions
betray a balanced self

forsake prejudice
renounce isms
abandon agendas
beware truth

you are the perpetual presence
the constant sentinel
the witness to justice
the tinker of time

the precarious precision
rests in your neutral grip

you are the keeper
of the great machine

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

Yet

  • inspired by the first day I met my wife in 1987…

     

    Yet

    ~

    had she not appeared in that clearing
    so lost

    had she not crossed my threshold
    on that september day

    had not her voice
    drifted like silk on a summer breeze
    to wrap sheer and sweet
    around my heart

    had not I been drawn
    like a bloom to the morning sun

    had not I been captivated
    as a hummingbird
    by a drop of nectar
    crystal on a velvet petal

    had not my love come down
    soft as a rolling mountain meadow

    had not this dream been born

    had not my life begun again

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

  • Arrested

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    Arrested

    ~

    she’s left only her jacket on
    unbuttoned
    blousing open

    the gold of her badge
    glints fetchingly
    in the glow of candlelight

    her breasts
    partially veiled
    soft in the amber wash
    gently rise and fall
    with her heavy breath

    helplessly
    my eyes glide her length
    fondled warmly
    by the lush half-light
    folding upon her
    from the single flame

    they pause
    entranced by the velvet flower
    sensuously shadowed
    in the satin cleft
    where supple limb
    meets supple limb

    intoxicated by this vision
    I can only stare
    and melt

    utterly arrested

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

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  • Arrested
    ~
    unbuckling her regulation holster
    she lays it neatly
    on the sest of her cycle

    she removes the rest of her wespons
    and places them on the ground

    she is now unarmed
    but she is still packin’

    unzipping
    she lets her regulation uniform trousers
    slide in a nylon rustle
    down her thigh high lace tops
    to fall
    gathered at her sculpted ankles

    leaving her regulation leather heels on
    she steps over her slacks
    abandoned at her feet

    she walks toward me slowly
    hips pivoting left then right
    taut thighs mesh silken

    swish  swish  swish

    placing one foot
    in front of the other
    striding with authority
    heels sounding

    click  click  click

    she approaches
    backlit by the red and blue pulses
    of the BMW’s frenzied lightbar

    she stops
    straddling over me
    as I am handcuffed
    sitting on the highway
    leaning agaist the door
    of my Audi R8
    popping and snapping
    as the 610 hp’s cool

    she unbottons her regulation jacket
    and drops it at my side
    she’s left only her regulation shirt on
    as she unbuttons
    it blouses open

    her body badge is revealed
    the gold glints fetchingly
    as it dangles
    on a thick leather cord
    from around her smooth firm neck
    resting nestled
    in the perfect cleavage
    of her pert young
    braless breasts

    no

    these are tits
    perfect tits
    right out of a teen’s temptation
    aglow in amber warning lights

    her nipples
    proudly erect
    partially veiled
    soft in the amber wash
    gently rise and fall
    with her heavy breathing

    leaning over
    fixing me with her fiery eyes
    she speaks
    “you were driving recklessly – sir”
    then rips away her black string thong

    helplessly
    looking up
    my eyes glide slowly
    lustfully down her length
    fondled warmly
    by the flashing golden-orange
    folding and refolding
    upon her luscious flesh

    they pause in gentle decent
    entranced by the velvet mons
    shorn smooth and oiled
    sensuously shadowed
    in the satin cleft
    where supple limb
    meets supple limb

    intoxicated by this vision
    I can only stare
    swelling rigid with excitement
    and swoon
    breathless

    utterly arrested
    eager for interrogation

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2018

    Drowning

    Drowning

    ~

    on the boulevard
    outside
    last night’s rain
    puddles
    midst the chaos of metro-clutter
    as if abandoned
    by the waters of earth

    it shoulders its way
    through the culverts
    in search of mother sea

    this day begins golden and crisp
    bird songs echo empty sunrise streets

    lovers and their beloved
    sit by morning windows
    with tea
    and curiosity

    they talk

    in these moments
    their souls spill
    one into the other
    entranced

    somewhere
    tender lips
    are sculpting sweet words

    but here in this quiet
    I drown in your eyes
    fallen into azure pools

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

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  • These People

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    These People

    ~

    these people

    that begrudge me my juicy burgers
    or my rare filet mignon

    that look down their nose
    at my slathered baby backs

    or sneer with disdain
    as I tear into a buttery veal chop

    these people

    their cutting condemnation
    because I’m devouring
    a cut of impeccably seasoned loin
    like it’s some violation of nature

    think about it

    if this were’t the natural way
    there wouldn’t be A1 sauce

    and you’re going to tell me
    Mr. Weber had zucchini on his mind
    when he created the kettle grill

    listen

    if the 4-legged critters
    had the gumption to organize
    and effectively resist
    their inevitable transformation
    into steaks and chops

    or even act mildly indignant
    regarding their situation

    I might think differently

    but they simply
    go with the flow

    quite content
    to fatten up
    on the free grub

    and loll about all day
    in the free accommodations

    and as I savor
    their perfectly turned succulence
    I’m damned grateful for their indifference

    these people

    let them eat soup

    warhol-at-the-grocery-store

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

  • Incidentally, my lovely wife is a vegetarian, and loves soup…

  • Phoning Home

  • With a subtle nod to Doug Adams…

  •  
    Phoning Home

    ~

    in the dream it was so beautiful
    radiant and magical
    standing in the clearing
    glowing like a rainbow

    I rolled up full of wonder
    on my tried and trusty Huffy
    was this a pay phone of promise
    a hot line of human hope

    could this be “the” help line
    the cosmic clear connection
    at the end of the universe
    humankind’s “one call”

    had this ultimate task
    fallen fatefully now to me
    the chance we’d waited for so long
    to right what had gone so wrong

    perhaps I deemed it far too heavy
    this call for our deliveance
    maybe it was plain and simple
    lift the receiver place the call

    perhaps it can be dialed up
    ordered in like carry out
    with some extra insight
    and a bit of empathy on the side

    or with this special connection
    have it beamed down here to earth
    from a mothership high above
    the mothership of love

    with emboldened anticipation
    I eagerly forged ahead
    lifted the receiver from the cradle
    cupped my ear to better hear

    the line was dead

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

    Morning’s Pardon

  • Morning brings we fallen mortals forgiveness and hope…
  •  

    Morning’s Pardon

    ~

    fallen into night’s embrace
    held down by dark shadows
    I writhe in the arms of nightmare

    would that I could rise
    into the light of dawn’s nod
    but I’m flesh, weak, consumed by flesh

    purity laid raw entangled in my sin
    skin to skin with my obsession
    restrained to roil in my transgression

    but soon the light of morne
    will fold itself upon me pardoned
    oh pray I not be too far drawn asunder

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

    A Jell-O Fellow

     

    A Jell-O Fellow

    ~

    I love jell-O
    I have always loved jell-O

    I love to eat jell-O
    sculpt with jell-O
    throw jell-O
    squirt jell-O through the gap ‘tween my front teeth
    squish jell-O through my fingers
    even rub jell-O on my bodd-ee
    and my lover’s

    lime jell-O
    lemon jell-O
    grape apple and orange jell-O
    raspberry strawberry and blueberry jell-O

    but I especially love my cherry jell-O
    my shiny red wiggly cherry jell-O

    and to all those who believe
    “you can’t take it with you”

    WATCH ME!

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

    This Heart

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    This Broken heart

    ~
    this heart’s now yours
    this damaged heart
    this brittle fractured aching heart
    broken by you, every part

    I’ve no use for this ruined heart
    plucked here from my chest
    I seek a new and vital heart
    one that’s far less stressed

    a fresh heart that’s unbreakable
    a heart able to forgive
    unmarred unscarred yet tender
    beating with the joy to live

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    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2012

    Rāgarāja’s Daughter

     

    Rāgarāja’s Daughter

    •

    radiant vision silken skinned
    translucent alabaster blaze
    torrid as a teen’s temptation
    leaned low here before me yearning

    on plush cloud so sensuous
    sweet comely goddess forward bent
    graceful face aglow with craving
    you conjure ardor’s obsession

    a’bloom in beckoned fiery swoon
    forearms rest on pillow soft
    thoughts aflame in primal need
    lips burning smile a fetched seduction

    Rāgarāja’s daughter lush with Spring
    smoldering in golden light
    that folds upon you satin supple
    to bathe in warmth your arched desire

    divinely-pleasing luscious morsel
    served up by a master’s hand
    passion bound to tantalize
    to hypnotize my hungry eyes

    lost in carnal fantasy
    fired by this goddess buff
    arises now my animal
    in a beastly urgent lust

    to wrap ‘round
    this maiden magic
    flesh to flesh
    to full consume
    to thrust
    and thrust
    my randy lust
    ’til passion’s seed
    has turned to dust
    and wanton
    carnal flames
    are snuffed

    Spring’s sweet madness
    at last
    enough

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2012

    • linked at Magpie Tales

    Specter

     

    Specter

    •

    child of tragedy
    touched by death
    entangled in melancholy

    clouded by sorrows
    that shadow
    your garden of dreams

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2012

    Golden Lady

     

    Golden Lady

    •

    golden lady in sensuous silk
    a beauty sure to mesmerize
    sculpted by a master’s hand
    so seductive as to scandalize

    a stare of comely crystal blue
    floats above a ruby pout
    spellbound by her magic eyes
    she holds your soul with no way out

    her tongue tip teases her top lip’s edge
    like a supple paintbrush flowing
    her smile will fire and hypnotize
    then wrap around you knowing

    you are now her helpless captive
    quite hopelessly addicted
    in the velvet grip of this smoldering waif
    is she an angel — or is she wicked

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2011

    • linked at Magpie Tales

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    image by Bert Stern