Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together

Wednesday, July 12, 2006


CUSTOM FRAMED
What wakes me each day is his beauty
The touch he spares with imagerunner hands
The need and want to peel
Shed off skin
Let him see the night of living
Custom framed for his pleasure
To tinge the palate with vulgar speech
Allow the brass wind to follow
With a forked tongue
Bilateral contraction occurs
When my paprika clit hums gratuitously his proposal
What wakes me each day is the informal flame of love
©2006 by Cathy Delaleu









TOMORROW IS NEVER PROMISED SCENTED ROSES

Definition of MOVE: To progress toward a particular state or condition

As you all know I have moved to my new casa/crib/kingdom/home,
but now I am unable to do anything as far as decorating
or unpacking. The painter was able to paint all the rooms except for the
kitchen, I am told should be done next week.
So what is the major problem?
They have discovered the wooden floors in my bedroom and living room
are infested with termites, yuck! And so over the weekend they started taking out
some of the wood and tomorrow the exterminator is coming to do some major work. My landlady then tells me that she no longer wants to keep the floors with the wood; she went to Home Depot and bought $1500 worth of tiles for my bedroom and living room. She was supposed to be out of town for 10 days starting tomorrow but put off her vacation in order to watch the men work in my apartment. That was nice of her to do. Of course I am not at all thrilled with all this going on, I feel kind of homeless not having anything in order. I come home everyday to find the painter/handyman working on the floors and now tomorrow is going to be crazy. Yesterday I was a bit stressed, not wanting to go home and face the mess I still have over there, so after work I decided to go solo to the movies and watch The Devil Wears Prada. It was cute, not worth the $11 dollars I paid at Loews. I can’t believe they increased the price just to watch one corny ass movie. What is this world coming to? I know I should have waited to watch Superman or X-men but they were all sold out for the 5pm and 6pm shows. Ok, so far I have three men working in new my apartment: the painter/handyman, the electrician and the exterminator.

The painter/handyman is one guy I can’t stand because he takes too many breaks and he looks at me funny when I’m home. He also gives me attitude when I ask him questions. The guy is not even cute and he sweats like a pig. The electrician who is from Guyana is cute, he has a nice body and he is approachable. The only problem I have with him is his accent, which is very strong and hard to comprehend.
His speech is like doubledutch, I find myself asking him to repeat himself more than once. When he was installing my ceiling fan I asked questions about his background and he divulge lots of info, he has three children and been married for over ten years (damn! all the good ones are taken) then there’s the exterminator who is Jamaican and looks like he’s in his fifties. He stopped by my apartment twice to take a look at the wood floors. He was very flirtatious with me but he’s not at all my type and way too granpa-ish for my taste. I used to have the freedom to blog at home but I have no quiet time or space and I am craving for privacy. I don’t know how long this torture will last.

26 comments:

Harlem Purl said...

Kewl poem. Next time try not to stay away so long. You know everybody can use at least a weekly dose of eroticism in our lives. Keep up the good work!

Delaleuverses said...

Awwwwwwwwww...thanks for the love and visit, I know, I've received many complaints via e-mail from fellow bloggers wondering what the hell happened to me and how hungry they are for some of my poetry, lol. I won't disappear like this again. It's been crazy.

Orange Blossom Goddess (aka Heather) said...

When all this work is done it will be as if you had the place renovated just for you! The tile floors will hopefully turn out nice and you can purchase wonderfully warm area rugs to keep your toes cosy. I love your sense of humour about this situation...here in Toronto it can cost as much as $13CAD for a movie...add on a drink and some popcorn....

MagicalSis said...

yea that sounds kinda like a bummer, but b/f you know it you'll be chillin' in your great new place looking around thinking what a great decorator you are!

keep the faith.

i like that poem too, luv.

S* said...
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S* said...

Hang in there...it'll be over soon and you'll be able to enjoy all the "new-ness".

BTW, I really love your poetry! And I was surprised by your comment on Laura's blog. With your talent and sensuality, you should be absolutely OOZING with self-confidence and pride.

Delaleuverses said...

Hi S*
Thanks for your comment. Yes, I have it bad, it's a daily struggle. I am only guessing that it has a lot to do with a past relationship, like I said before I was never like this in my 20's.

Stephen Bess said...

You remind me of Terry McMillan's character in Disappearing Acts when I read this. Very nice poem!

Catch said...

I am sorry you are having to deal with all this mess in your new apartment! Im sure your anxious to get moved in and all situated. Just hang in there, it will all be over with soon. At least your landlord is taking care of it....some of them dont.

Solitaire said...

I love the poem! So true!

Moving and finding problems suck! But at least you're getting it all taken care of before you are really moved in. Best to have a fresh palate than to have to destroy what once was only to rebuild it later...

Hang in there! This ordeal will pass soon and then you'll love your new floors!

TequilaGuy said...

I'm handy.

Delaleuverses said...

Tequila it's good to know you are handy but are you available? uhhh...I doubt it ;)

Soldier said...

Well u're allowed to have a life.. lol
The soldier ain't mad at you considering what you're going through.
Its ok.

Go in peace now, child, and be PAAAATIENT. im not patient AT ALL so i go crazy when things dont go my way and FAST, and i get irritated when sometimes it could be avoided.
Be patient let them do a good job because once they're out u'll never have to see them again and you'll be living in peace in ur wonderful space .

Rrramone said...

Great poem. Agree with you on Prada. And am laughing at your description of your contractors!

Amber Ileene said...

just wanted to say thanks for reading my blog and commenting... i will mos def be stopping my yours also ... we seem to be kindred spririts ... you are a poet just as i am ...

Epsilonicus said...

It is just a lil pain in order to finish fixing up your paradise. It will all be over soon.

mermaid said...

Delicious Cathy, and clever title. Don't believe I've ever seen it on the menu, but I've felt it in my life:)

kattbanjo said...

hey gal! thanks for the visit! COme back anytime

lastlifeinmyuniverse said...

so what if hes married ? id still hit it !



kiddin ;)

starry nights said...

nice poem.

Pincushion said...

Grrl..that was some poem! :)
It kind of kick started some feeling somewhere which i had long thought was dead in me! ;)

Thank you!

Delaleuverses said...

Thanks for the comments, I will try my best to be patient and I will make sure to put a dead bolt on my doors once they all leave my apartment...lol. I didn't know how much I appreciated my privacy until now.

constance said...

Yup, hang in there! You've waited for this place for so many years already...it's just gonna be a few more days! It'll soon be over and you'll get to decorate your place however way you like :D, get your space and write even more beautiful poems! and forget about them contractors!:D

Anyway, I really love your poems...I'm definately coming back for more...

White Magpie said...

Notty..heh!!

Ty said...

That really sucks about your apartment. But at least you have a little eye candy.

Maybe the new decor will ignite creativity. LOL

Snowelf said...

Hi! Thanks for stopping by my blog! :)

What a nightmare--hopefully they get it in order soon. I know I would be a little unnerved with all that going on in my apartment, too.

I saw The Devil Wears Prada too, and I was having a hard time just watching it with out thinking about the writing behind it--how the writer was developing the characters to keep them very one dimensional the whole time. I think I would have like it better if I was younger and thought that adults actually acted like that!
LOL!! I agree with you, it was cute, but corny. Where I live, our movies are still only $6.50, so not so horrible, but for $11, yea, I'd be even more bummed about a so-so movie.

And I know you hear this all the time, but your poetry is very easy to absorb right into while reading it. Wow. :) I love it!