Monthly Archives: October 2010

Charmed


Beads thread along a dainty rope;

perfection for a virgin wife,

mere twist of wrist induces choke.


A bridal chest bereft of hope;

misgivings and mistrust are rife.

Beads thread along a dainty rope


placed carefully around the throat,

a fastened clasp a touch too tight,

mere twist of wrist induces choke.


Each compliment a back-hand stroke,

a bitter bourgeoisie sound bite.

Beads thread along a dainty rope


will counterpane this bed bespoke,

lip-synching to a half-lived life,

mere twist of wrist induces choke.


This matrimonial sick joke

awaiting juggernaut jack-knife.

Beads thread along a dainty rope,
mere twist of wrist induces choke.


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Kitty

Sleeping

safely nestled,

strong arms. Ribbons wrapped round

smooth hips. Wriggles, softly purring,

she’s his.


His. She’s

purring softly. Wriggles hips; smooth,

round. Wrapped ribbons; arms strong.

Nestled, safely

sleeping.

~ This is a mirror cinquain:a normal cinquain, followed by an inverted one: 2-4-6-8-2 | 2-8-6-4-2except this one has a twist – the words are completely mirrored as well.

 

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Base Pair Geometry

Heat
twists itself
into the double helix scent
of sex
as we shift, slide, ride, tilt, roll
across polymer.Stagger
from minor
to major groove. 

Open,
propel,
stretch, buckle, shear, rise, tip
to perfect pitch.

Incline

Displace

Complete

 

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On Perfection

You can keep your pebble, your river worn stone

that sits smooth and warm in the palm of your hand.

I shall scour the shore; look for something jagged,
something unique and riddled with flaws.

I want facets and faces, a myriad of places
that catch at my fingers; an impression that lingers.

I want light and dark, something edgy and sharp
that leaves its mark long after it abandons.

I want peaks and canyons, swoops and dives,
river rapids and white knuckle rides.

So you can keep your pebble, your river worn stone
that sits smooth and warm in the palm of your hand.

I’ll search for my rock, my dirty diamond;
if its perfection you covet you can have it alone.


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Grace

a friend

asked me

to describe

what it is

this thing

that exists

between us

between you

and me

this pocket sized piece of fantastic elastic that stretches between us that vibrates every time I hear your voice that thrums when you whisper wishes and wants that trembles when I conjure up an image of you in my head and resonates each time you say my name with polyphonic diatonic grace

but I failed

to find

the words

 

 

 

 


~ Putting my bait on the hook for One Shot Poetry Wednesday.  When you’ve dipped your toes in the rockpool cast your net a little further and catch some of the other One Shot Poets

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A Saturday Afternoon Blaze in Suburbia

It’s not that the fire’s gone out dear, quite the contrary;

the fire’s raging, sparks flying uncontrollably up the chimney.
I piled on the wood you see and when that ran out

I chopped up the antique furniture; your mother’s oak dresser
kept it going for quite some time. I’m afraid I ripped down
the curtains too and fed them to the inferno.

The carpets? Tore them up with my bare hands and watched
while they frizzled away to nothing. Did you know when you
set fire to wool it smells like human hair burning?

No, it’s not that the fire’s gone out dear, quite the contrary;
it’s just that the wind changed and the smoke’s
no longer blowing in your direction.


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Throttle

Blonde curls
skip around the
garden; giggling,

blowing bubbles

Squeezed gently
between thumb
and forefinger

iridescent spheres
bulge voluptuously

but squeeze too tight


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River Whore

Drives to the river, barefoot and bruised
A bucket of tears drowned crocodile shoes
Spread arms and legs for those Jimmy Choos

Armani handbags, D &G dresses
Ebony third world extension tresses
Cocktail parties, designer drug messes

Silicone implants, collagen lips
Botoxed to buggery, slim lypo’d hips
Invisible scars from the tucks and the nips

Gets through the days with pills and liquors
Overnighters with city slickers
Capsule wardrobe, fur coat and no knickers

Steps in the river barefoot and bruised
Sheds her skin, used and abused
Spreads arms and legs, nothing to lose

 

 

 

~  In the Texas Hold ‘Em Poker game, when a person wins the hand in the final round and on the final community card, which is called the river. Oftentimes this person will have been losing the entire hand but gambled and got lucky on the last hand. Other players at the table will often curse this person and tag him/her a “river whore”.


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