- Non-Erotic Poetry
- You Are Braided Inside Me Forever
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Did you really have your eye on
me? The jive in lyrics. The crooners
and guitar players. Cross boilination. Rites
of spring and autumn sour stomach. Aries
prefers perfection in women. All the fire signs,
really. Just like the little bitter baby in a kink
cake. Elephant riding my face. Keep it on the low
road, keep it on the real low. Aquarius is angry
but mostly just missing your laugh. The devil
and me had a falling out. Beyond any shadows
now my house is on the other side of the street.
That killing floor! Tennessee. Alabama black
Betties playing horseshoes with the three little pigs. Sad but true. Stormy and Oddanie on the blackest of Sabbaths. Lawd, I need a woman
on every road.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 8 years agois a nice line. The form of the poem as a run on paragraph detracts from the coded information, nice symbolism but not ready yet for prime time. Sometimes serious works have to be birthed a bit slower. I thought cross boilination was a typo for cross pollination, but it seems to be a boiling process, which might describe the rush of images and surrealistic rants here in. Something that most of us women keep inside when we should be letting it out and moving our house to the other side of the street.
