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Click hereEgg shell tippy toes
trip-wired to the panty strap
chit chat and propriety all
humming
like a pubic patch blow dryer
in the broom closet of a Carson City
whorehouse,
while down the hall, in the sun-streaked
atrium of Studio B, bow-legged weathermen
gather at the water cooler
to talk shop and tap-dance around
the brutal truth
of faked orgasms,
and their correlation to the mythical purple
bell curve median tip
of the Six Inch Dick...
No sense in sitting there
with those loamy, eyelash-batting stares
like Gumby dolls trying to keep the cowbells
on your necks from going off:
Raze this withered edifice
of kiltered stage with a whizzing hail
of rotten fucking vegetables!
thrust dead Bic lighters strapped
with snot strings to swollen fuck fingers
straight up
in my face, as long as the emotion
is honest
and unvarnished
I can take a pasting,
so lay it
on me already.
I really liked the attitude and the harsh tone. It was gutteral and I think it struck a chord in me. :)
a graphic missile shot into the myths and mores of sexuality. Erotic and anti-erotic at the same time. Nasty good stuff.
jim : )
I'm with Liar that the attitude could tone down a little bit and make the poem even stronger, but this is sly and yes smooth--really good.
The hip-shooting style does you good. However, you dig so deep into the attitude bin that you lost me with a few references there, but made up with it by sheer velocity. :)
Very entertaining and smoothly written
with just the right bite of a well dressed wild man.
You might consider losing a "like" or two.