- Non-Erotic Poetry
- To Prattle With Madness
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Click here "Entice them through the wringer.
Press rum from indigo and larkspur
you pitch in every corner."
Auntie hums Amazing Grace
with the drape of flat weave —
drowsy intoxication over wrought iron,
speared and arched along stony ground.
"I found you faded,
sepia moment behind the mirror:
Lupe in your arms, whore for Lucifer
cursed on the ragged edge."
She lives in the Bible,
with devils beneath her skirt,
a banshee when they tickle her.
Yet she has never embraced herself
where suns slumber down soft walls.
"Let the winds have them.
They'll lay weary into evening,
your lazy tonic time."
She succumbs to her moon,
kneels in quiet lunacy,
as I leave her to rugs and rumors.
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copyright d. dixon
originally posted 1.18.04
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- COMMENTS
unpredictablebijouover 15 years agoI may read this seventy times before I can get far enough past the sound to actually think about the meanings of the words. It's a piece of music, and while I trust that since you're a brilliant poet there will be an actual Meaning, for me right now it may as well be in Sanskrit, because I get so entranced with just the roll of the phonemes here. That's gotta be a good sign, right?
lorencinoover 15 years agoI must admit to having difficulty penetrating the meaning of this poem. It is as though I am gazing at the mist-enshrouded remnants of past greatness. I am reminded most strongly of The Sound and the Fury. However, confused as I am, the poem does confirm my impression gained from other poems that this writer has a deeply sophisticated understanding of life. I enjoy the insights even more when they are couched in such effective constructions
champagne1982over 15 years agoCan you hear the word play? I love the way two meanings leap from the page, over wrought iron, pitch, speared and arched rather than steamed and starched with that iron. You capture a mood so completely as do you the craziness of the moon. This poem mentioned on the New Poems Review thread on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum
sassynycover 15 years ago"she lives in the bible, with devils beneath her skirt"
that line is priceless. ;)
