Ambrose Ambles

 

Passages to a Dark Lady….third part.

#21.

It’s tragic how nature can make it,

So the briefest blush of female naked,

Arouse blind lust in a man and,

Then steer his intent toward senses bent,

With a desire himself will so weakly consent,

For such a loose fragment of life is so brief,

That it cannot represent a changing truth.

#22.

That we now live our lives in fragments,

Small moments of awareness teased with touch?

Like penny peep-shows in old side-shows,

Wisdom via knowledge in photo-ops’,

Literary grabs no more than 1,000 words,

Writ’ in witty, sly, evocative pedantry?

Hinting, not over-playing, loquatious vocabulary.

#23.

Just allow enough to thoroughly suffocate,

The inadequate language of the great uneducate,

To then go about the task to them of explaining,

Your “truths” of subjective-objectivity to the unknowing.

But “what is truth”? .. of’t we fob.

Did not Pilate ask the same of Christ?..

BEFORE he threw him to the mob..

#24.

So THERE, mark the difference of our times..

Now, a baying media mob plays the role of Pilate,

A victim corraled onto their sticky slime,

Of venality or what can be construed a crime,

And torn apart BEFORE they are judged,

THEN thrown to be intellectually eviscerated,

By a celebrity expert on social media hatred.

#25.

Sensuality has morphed into sexual depravity,

Desire morphed into lascivious groping…

So do we as a collective embrace debauchery,

Where once flirt and tease were things chanced,

With all the skills of an exotic dance..

Now..one could observe that brutality,

Is become entrenched as the new eroticy.

#26.

Where once was the hiatus of anticipation

Of a new date a thrill of elated emotion,

“Will she turn up?..it’s getting late,

Surely..Oh, there she is…wait !”

Is now no more than Tinder app’ checking,

Made over a shoulder to cheek mobile clamped,

As we wander random aisles shopping?

#27.

When one is a viewer lame these days,

Of those so-called dark, “Scandi-noir” plays,

Where is a display of nudity, sexual forays..

Though sadly (perhaps down to my age)..

Even with music sultry, silkily played,

And soft photography shot erotically,

The sexual scenes come over cold, clinically..

#28

Almost brutally, the bodies harsh .. brittle…

Certainly not as a girl in a yellow bikini; attractive,

From my young years remembered..and in reaction,

I confess to often wincing my eyes shut,

At just that strategic moment of coitus abrupt.

These present-day scenes of bodies-naked,

Is more apt a display of the “body-corporative”.

#29.

Can there be such thing as “Fascist sexuality”? …

One being left with the cold, clinical reality,

Of a surgical examination less inspired,

Than a warm inner-glow of unsettling desire..

We sense the silent glare from the unseen eyes,

Of the society examiner of sexual morals …

Of we “don’t you even dare think!” mortals…

#30.

I fear a steady fall toward authoritarianism,

Motivating these principles of debased mannerism,

So many imitating persons of perceived exemplar,

Those banal personas in life’s guiding sampler,

Being steered down wrong ways, wrong adventures

Accepting immoral social norms’ of such starkness,

To be herded onto a path descending…descending into darkness.