SACCHARIN and PLASTIC BAND AIDS
Comments in Poetic Prose
by Branch Isole
Copyright © 2010
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cover art; Tre Facce Oro
“Three Faces of Life”
(Comedy, Tragedy, Rage)
by Leonardo da Vinci
Author, Poet and Storyteller Branch Isole observes and comments on the motivations of our world both clothed and bare. Writing of issues and emotions often experienced but not always voiced, his style and presentation cast reflective identity against a backdrop of personal responsibility choice or avoidance. This is ‘Voyeurism Poetry’.
Saccharin and Plastic Band Aids contains adult themes and language, some of which is erotic or sexual in nature and presentation Saccharin and Plastic Band Aids is intended for mature audiences.
Voyeurism Poetry ~ looking out, seeing in
“Many write of things known or experienced, I comment on those seen and heard.”
“Voyeurism Poetry is the thorn in the side of contemporary poetry’s autobiographical mediocrity.”
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Contents
Angels
Avoidance
Beast of Burden
Boy Meats Girl
By A Nose
Carrots
Challenge
Comedian
Coming Out
Covering
Da Vinci Oversight
Doing Time
Dressing Down
Envy
For Adults Only
Freedom
Head Shots
I Wear, Therefore I am
Icons
Imperfect Balance
Internal Affair
Love Potion
Maybe
Missing You
Monkees, Terminators and Poltergeists
Moment Tarry Immediacy
Morning Pabulum
New Day
Next
Only Love
Open
Oral-Aural Addiction
Overweight
Partially Sage, Rose Married in Time
Penance
Penmanship
Planet Reality
PT 109
Rainbow
Recaptured Youth
Royal Highness
Sanguine Rivers
Sounds of Silence
Spilled Milk
Strutters
Tattoo
Tethered
The Box
Vegas Run
Wall Flower
We Three
Youth
Introduction
We live in a time when ‘flash’ has inevitably overtaken substance. The evolution of our post modern social experiment continues to be driven by imitation, in lieu of Avant- garde origination.
The side effects of our current tunnel vision will pay big dividends in our further demise as a society and people. Coupled with the future pain we can expect by dressing our festering wounds with Saccharin and Plastic Band Aids, the ills of our cultural hemorrhage will only become more exacerbated.
It won’t be the disease that kills us.
It will be our misconstrued belief that we can manipulate the truth and outwit the parameters of life’s lessons with its innate natural processes.
Branch Isole
the Voyeuristic Poet
“So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains
and we never even know we have the key.”
-J Tempchin/R. Stradlund-
from “Already Gone”
‘Eagles Their Greatest Hits 1971-1975’
© 1976 Asylum Records
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Angels
We’re biker bad
and sport a look
An image designed
to keep civvies shook
Our trademarks;
leathers
skulls and wings
the number 13
and of course
Milwaukee’s own
Harley D,
homage all
to Sonny B.
No Far East
sewing machine engines for us
Before we ride those
we’ll take the bus
We’ve battled long
We’ve battled hard
from state to state to state
With governments we’ve pleaded please,
as to helmet laws
don’t legislate
Leave our MVA induced epilepsy
and head trauma injuries
to God and fate
We ride from here to there
to Sturgis,
Laughlin
everywhere
We gather, meet and party
each year across the land
From two’s and three’s
to thousands
we’re an outlaw riding clan
We’ve been labeled
and called a gang,
of rebels
misfits
and thugs
Making our family
just like yours,
different individuals
each full of love
We live to ride
and ride to live
claiming all the while
We alone are riding free
and all the while
we live as you,
in group conformity
(MVA - Motor Vehicle Accidents,
Sonny B. - Ralph “Sonny” Barger;
founder of Hell’s Angels Motorcycle Club)
Avoidance
God, How Great Thou Art
that you would use your awesome powers
to allow each of us to live on
and be in your presence eternally,
merely by believing in you
and recognizing your Spirit
in the one you sent
Our way of reconciliation
Our redeemer thwarting death
Our councilor of wisdom
A mediator for our sinfulness
Awareness of our spirit within
living forever
is beyond our imagination
It is an understanding impossible for us to grasp
in its sublime enormity
We who live from moment to moment
day to day
counting the years
as if they were capsules of permanence
in which to invest
Overlooking your purpose for each.
To come closer to the blessings you offer
for obedience and belief.
You ask nothing more of us
and yet,
we spend life’s time and energy
finding all manner of excuse
to avoid you and your word
Beast of Burden
Bending
Pulled at the waist
sprained lumbar muscles ache
Pressure bearing down
upon strained shoulders that tire
The weight of bulging
plastic bags
brimming with goods
brandishing red tags
lining forearms in a row
like birds upon a wire
Taut tendons
attempt to hold perpendicular
exhausted arms that ever-so-slightly sag
As ninety degrees
increasingly becomes
one-forty-three
Loaded on both sides
as if a beast of burden
packing in provisions
a full season’s supply
That life might be extended
through the cold cruel winter
pending the arrival
of nature’s rejuvenating spring?
No,
just another day at the mall
searching out the saleables
Buying more
for it is there
and ever so available
There still being
a vacuous four feet
in a garage designed for two cars
One is nestled
against the curb at the street
the other, parked on the yard
Spending money
yet to be made
living on the come
Anticipating, Salivating
over next week’s
next month’s
next sale
When on the shelves
there will be more
to pack in from the stores
Jackass
Boy Meats Girl
Hurt me
Restrain me
Stomp me
with your stiletto heels
Damn, you’re sexy
in leather and lace
Besmirched ‘pearl necklace’
across your face
Ambivalence never once entered
their bed
their couch
nor kitchen floor
Even with his stake in her mouth
Her back against
the Frigidaire door
Breaking free
from nylon stockings that bind
Hostage now predator
as tables are turned
Revenge and mayhem
on her mind
Our dominance role played to a “T”
it was one hellacious
exciting trip
Reflectively watching
acting free
as both got off, on
the whip, grip
Peeping through the keyhole
mesmerized by your touch
of self
With a smile so coy
eyeing secret toys
waiting on the shelf
Imagining mind’s fantasies
playing, played out
in new sex games
of bottom and top
Knowing once the friction starts
it’s haltingly hard
for a feigned cuckold assault to stop
Barking out commands
riding deep from behind
Screams declare
one’s coming soon
As a howl is loosed
at an exposed pale moon
The force of lustful love
exhausting
screwed and bent
Two together totally spent
Salivating
Dreaming
Scheming
Tongue licking
Major and minor lip kissing
Hungered arousal
re-building
Sex starved lovers
crescendo re-rising
By A Nose
What is it that propels us
to lean forward
that we might break the tape
and be revered
in the eyes of men
In our youth
it was a sense of accomplishment
bound up in efforts to try
The enjoyment we gained
from participation sufficient
there being no prize
Other than respite filled reminiscing
after clashing with combative foes
Until time and situation
presented our next meeting,
again to be tested on the field of endeavor