I was shaken up
Like soda in a can
I felt the fizz hurry to my head
The awful hiss of explosion,
I felt my muscles move like metal
Like a fork brushed from the teeth
They rubbed together,
Un-greased joints squeaking
Chilling my skin.
For a moment I was a robot
Not dead or alive
Translating the sound of scissors
A hundred at least, scissoring
And cutting away, at something
I will never know,
The noise starting to sound like
Ten thousand black birds
Screaming in a small elm,
Their war, their mad symphony,
Turned me to raw meat, cut up
And thrown into a hound pit,
All before I could ever sleep,
And when I did, I dreamt
I was fucking Peter Sellers
Against an Italian wall
Of some Italian restaurant
With great Italian food,
And he fucked me so good
That when I woke up
My metal pussy
Had melted.
Author notes
this is not really a poem,
...more of a true story
sorry i haven't been around lately
i'll stick my hand in the garbage disposal now
and turn it on
Written February 23rd, 2005
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And he fucked me so good
That when I woke up
My metal pussy
Had melted.
Holy hell, babydoll...you sure know how to get people bug-eyed and slack-jawed! This was raw and gorgeous in its nakedness...pure steam and cream pie, lol.
But that's why I loves you.
How's my dearest wife?
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you can judge a lot by a persons taste in music
seems i was right too
you're fantastic -
dang gal
that sounds metalitchy
sorry that i missed this
like it a whole bunch in a horrified
newcasty kind of a way -
YOU ALWAYS GET ME GOIN'----bravo dear bravo
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I think Peter Sellers would've quite liked that. As usual empowering word play and viscerally brilliant, i still read you my comments are slack i know
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lately i've been working 12-16 hour days, and my mind has just settled to purely mechanical... other than managing employees and customers, i've lost virtually every bit of my humanity i had left... except for one little spark in an old relationship that i am trying to move forward in... kind of a long way of saying i can identify with this... well except for dreams about peter sellers... personally the only thing i can even dream about now is a *&^#@!%$ percentage that i'm just barely making... anywho... pleasure to read yet again my friend...
cheers,
jamie -
Dang! Peter Sellers!?! Machinated orgasma...I wish I was the Tin man right now skeeting WD40 Great write! miss ya! in bunches
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so cool
hey have not talked to you in a while, really really cool poem man i dig it alot alot keep doing what your doing write from what you know. awesome -
best poem I've read since I came back (unfortunately that's not saying much since I've only read about 5 poems). still, its very very good! my only complaint would be:
They rubbed together, (this line)
Un-greased joints squeaking
Chilling my skin.
that line doesn't seem to fit in. i like the lines that follow and you need it for the following lines but that single line seems out of place.
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That when I woke up
My metal pussy
Had melted.
So no cat napping then eh!
Chastity belts are a bummer aren't they?
If this were a film it would in the film noir gendre, the images walk and then gush at you (like the opening of Van Helsing) You gotta cool hand there. -
Translating the sound of scissors
This clung to me like little orphaned children smelling chocolate in my pockets...lol. But DAMN, my darling Lady Bright...how you do sparkle like happiness in winter's eye, and dance in the amputed room, with socks made of crushed rubies and a layer of rough silk coating your tongue...mmmmmmmmm....Loverly...
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ha ha, brilliant! i loved this; i've got a big grin on my face, that was great!
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wow. this is just freaking amazing! everything in this really worked together and the flow was awesome. the imagery is very good and this came off with a kind of bitter tone that was so strong and just a rush. great job on this poem, it's gorgeous!
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Thermonuclear
Pure sizzle: Pink Panther and pussy... what a combination! Excuse me while I recover from my own melt down. Ashes, THERMONUCLEAR as always! You are the private island we all retreat to for exotic fruit. Never disappointed. Always fulfilled. luv r (to any half hearted readers: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.) -
Peter Sellers ? :-)
you still surprize me ... and of course, a brilliant ending as always... i am never disappointed when i read you.
Love this one ! Missed you,
~ Wendy
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I love the way you think....
so back away from the disposal... slowly now....
you da bomb diggity fo sho ... hehe -
HOLY FUCK.
Oh my word. I think I've found a new favorite.
this was some of the most amazing imagery, and the most intense wordplay I've come across in my fifteen years.
Simply astounding... Prophet put it rightly, an "eternal rush".
This poem was a rush, you can be sure I'll be leaving my mark on a lot more of your work
-Nova
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Yikes, that was a bad trip!!! Not such a bad dream, though, from the sounds of it! Let's just hope the "metal" doesn't rust!
Sherlock -
damn .... how i wish i was Peter Sellers right now ..... only you Ashley, can paint such a picture so well ..... quite the dance through seconds of an eternal rush ..... reminds me of the time i did 'shrooms' and laid on the laundry room floor watching my hand (the size of the washing machine) slowly moving its fingers up and down, yet i don't remember ever trying to move them (damn that's hard to explain) ... great work hun, seen many of "bad-trips" in my days .... never a pretty sight .... i still wish was Peter Sellers right now ....
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This was kind of whoa! I like the image of the metal pussy melting though. Had quite a zing to it.
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..that's rough, ashley....Not sure I want to know the true story really..don't like it when my friends are hurt...but can I kill Peter Sellers for you..please?
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Peter sellars eh'?? ahhh inspector clouseau... hmmmmm well, he had a knack of being the perpetual clown yet so manically uptight at times.. I feel this coiling around a suspemsion wire.. taught then it's going to snap.. !! good write hun..
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This was vivdly comical.... And for the life of me, I don't know why. Maybe because you chop yourself to pieces, put them on a platter... and then, not so eloquently (which only adds to the intensity) you explain why. Lord, I've missed ya. Only you can make me fall in love with something so quickly. And, I'm in love. Great to see ya. (Ohh, and that whole garbage disposal thing... it hurts. )
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i know i know! why peter sellers? i have no idea
all i know is in my head it was the best fuck ever!
too bad he's dead
the mind is a weird thing
it's convinced me
now i have this weird sexual thing with the pink panther guy -
wow-and as usual--you never leave me dissapointed...and after reading the last verse...I see why you haven't been around ..(much better things to do,eh?????)down with that darlin
great job!!! Peter Sellers?????? -
truly genius....can't put my finger on why, maybe the metaphors, maybe the twist at the end, maybe the whole damn thing. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed this piece quite a bit. Great work.
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