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Summer Heat 2 (a second impression of the 2013 film Hawaii)

Through the smearing lens into opaque walls

A smell ripens on the bed golden

A back laid beyond rotting moss shades

A rusty fence away between gens and astray

Your struggle to keep things light

My starless thoughts misaligned that night

 

On your lips reborn my silver bombilla

Catch his tales forlorn if you have the radar

The sweats you pay enrich the soil of May

In the month of May, only in the month of May

The germs are gonna unionize to a lei

Herein this shimmery pool there's a coolness

And if you find it blessed...

Well, I'll be damned and wet

The chirpings of things when we don't peek back

Filling in between scenes

Who have you been, my little Martín?

Oh Eugenio tu olvido, what we've seen!

"¿Qué?" crinkled a grin shy

"¿Qué?" wrinkled the reply

Dos ananás...whereat a novel idea sets afire

Try these on and don't be a maricón

Hope not to the question why

About the pry-and-pride, about the lies yours and mine.

 

May splashes of time remind of everything confined

A dead feline: the rebirth of all the bromance

Fun shotguns as if we were in the Levant

Floating pants glide the waves' dance

What's this naked feeling again?

 

Crescent teeth illuminate in solar phase

At best, burnt to death

At worst, I blink first

Skin to skin accelerate sins

Slippery sweet spot

Wouldn't you love the incandescent cross?

Mosaic glistens and steams where Jesus rests

Consecration bestowed upon us rednecks

We are clement, our fingers guide anointment

In an attempt of attempting

Another fall back left the brink

Can't the calling get any more distinct?

 

Art imitates life

Novelty is chronically offline

Such as flesh proximity

Mutual sobriety

The sun doesn't stun this mess, so no less regrets guaranteed

As I wake up to something I can't unsee

That you are still here appearing sincere

Now I know it's cruel to not shed

To not make a fool out of myself instead

Excuse my awfully flipped script!

Just a bush beaten and unzipped

Dare you frown with your head spinning out

Show me a proper look down below!

While you cower in your own power

At least he's shook and hooked I suppose...

 

As my eyes settle on the dust,

Is this impending lust...

A must?!

Home in on the familiar silhouette,

A hush.

Repressed

And deflected

Life now imitates art, huh?

Aren't I so smart, duh!

Lying, such decaying art

Which renders hearts broken

Don't get no sentiment, it is what it wasn't

Airsigned as well as see-through transparent

The employment contract needs to transact

'Cause facts don't care about feelings (oh no they don't babe!)

Even when pulses couldn't sync (how I behaved)

Been multitasking to your disliking

Is what we do since the first day

So have a nice vaycay

I thought I was too late

To no party but your bait

Then make no mistake, sashay to our ways

 

Still the stares dull, sealed behind thick skull

What did and did not happen

Or what shouldn't

Your voice fills the cropped screen

Hold on my gaze at these landscapes serene

Into the past where memories last

Forgive me, for I don't see

Through the small windows, smaller the state Hawaii

Little Martín with his orange figurine

Longing ache down to defeated fate

I lift it up to meet the moonlit lake

Do be shy, now that I've realized

Dos ananás...whereat feelings tied

Even a shared stare would suffice

Kiss goodbye to your stifling tethers

Caress you like the silver lining hovers.

— kellustzall, Jun 12, 2026

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neopoet

neopoet

6 days 9 hours ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem works hardest and best when it lets concrete images carry the weight rather than abstraction. Lines like "A smell ripens on the bed golden" and "I lift it up to meet the moonlit lake" land because they trust a single sensory detail to do the work, and the inverted syntax of "on the bed golden" earns its strangeness by foregrounding the ripening before locating it. The recurring "Dos ananás" and the figure of "little Martín with his orange figurine" function as effective anchors — small recurring objects that give a sprawling, associative poem something to return to, so that the final reappearance of "Dos ananás...whereat feelings tied" reads as a deliberate closing of a loop rather than mere repetition.

The poem's central tension — between watching something on a "cropped screen" and the lived intimacy it depicts — is its strongest organizing idea. The "smearing lens," the "small windows," and the closing line about "the small windows, smaller the state Hawaii" build a coherent thread about mediation, memory, and the distance between viewer and viewed. That thread is where the poem feels most purposeful, and the framing of the title as "a second impression" supports it.

Where the poem is less effective is in its register. The verbal energy frequently tips into rhyme-driven momentum that pulls attention away from feeling and toward wordplay. Strings like "About the pry-and-pride, about the lies yours and mine" or "Aren't I so smart, duh!" rhyme so insistently that the sound seems to choose the next word before the meaning does. The borrowed line "facts don't care about feelings" arrives with cultural baggage that sits oddly against the poem's more intimate, elegiac material, and the parenthetical asides ("oh no they don't babe!") deflate moments the poem elsewhere treats with seriousness. One avenue worth testing: in a revision, isolate three or four of the passages built mainly on rhyme and ask of each whether the image or the feeling survives if the rhyme is loosened. Where it does not, the line is likely working for sound alone.

A related issue is density of figurative claim. Some images compress so many registers at once — "The germs are gonna unionize to a lei," "Consecration bestowed upon us rednecks," "The employment contract needs to transact" — that the religious, economic, and bodily metaphors compete rather than reinforce. The sacramental sequence ("incandescent cross," "where Jesus rests," "our fingers guide anointment") is the most sustained metaphor in the poem and could carry real charge, but it is interrupted before it accumulates. Letting that consecration imagery run a few lines longer, without the pivot to "rednecks" and "employment contract," might allow it the gravity it reaches for.

The closing movement is the poem's most successful stretch of sustained tone. "Forgive me, for I don't see" through the final line maintains a quieter, more unified voice, and "Kiss goodbye to your stifling tethers / Caress you like the silver lining hovers" resolves the watcher-and-watched tension with tenderness rather than the irony that governs the middle sections. If the earlier passages trusted that quieter register more often, the shifts into wordplay would register as deliberate contrast rather than as the poem's default mode.

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Geezer

Geezer

6 days 9 hours ago

I guess...

that you didn't read the syllabus that says the poem must be 40 lines or less, if you want to cut it down to 40 or a close proximity. Re-submit it. Nice stuff, by the way. ~ Geezer.

kellustzall

kellustzall

5 days 20 hours ago

Hiiii

Im glad someone found my poem, thank you! And honestly Im flattered that you found mine kinda AI ish, cause English is my second language and Ive been writing this for like 3 weeks, anxiously so cause I dont know what it feels like in the mind of a native speaker, so being AI at least its not too stupid beginner mistakes phew ~ Also I dont plan on anyones migraines reading my poem but I certainly been having splitting headache over this, cause I just love the original film so much I end up adding tons of bs into this already hazy piece of dream talking lol Thank you for read

kellustzall

kellustzall

5 days 20 hours ago

Hiii

Im glad someone found my poem, thank you! And honestly Im flattered that you found mine kinda AI ish, cause English is my second language and Ive been writing this for like 3 weeks, anxiously so cause I dont know what it feels like in the mind of a native speaker, so being AI at least its not too stupid beginner mistakes phew ~ Also I dont plan on anyones migraines reading my poem but I certainly been having splitting headache over this, cause I just love the original film so much I end up adding tons of bs into this already hazy piece of dream talking lol Thank you for reading my poem, it means great deal to me!

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