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I Keep JonBenét's Head Not for Business but for Pleasure

Whiskers of peach fuzz
Caress the bowl of the night sky,
And a goat peeks in on us
Wondering what we do,
Where we go when he cannot see us--
Braying in impotent frustration

Amplified voices cite Scripture,
Explain why it's permissible to prostitute our daughters,
To kill, dishonour our families, ignore dinosaur bones,
To follow a False Prophet,
To wear too much makeup and use too much hairspray

Black-velvet Elvis croons in silence
As we serve mayonnaise sandwiches to our nephews, our sons,
Teach them to shoot dark people
And feel good about it

Ignore energy crises and waste fuel
Driving in circles for lobster-complected drunkards

A quasar weeps in a distant corner,
But we won't hear it in our lifetimes...
Shellaced skin grows taut around a tiny skull,
But the hair still exhibits a faint perfume;
To my senses it still overpowers the decomposition

Listen:

There!
Cartilage drying out,
Evaporating into the atmosphere,
Becoming a raindrop in another time zone,
Where it falls onto the forked tip
Of another tiaraed child.

What is the crazy?

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  • just mercedes gold member
    July 9, 2008

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    Wow. Acerbic and pointed and very very good. From the uncomfortable title to the final line, this poem is relentless in its portrayal of a sick, hypocritical society and the unattractive results of ignoring morality and focusing on greedy and ill-defined personal goals. Morality is not quite the word I want, but the strength of the outrage in this poem has driven words from within easy reach. Well-written and brave.


  • PoeticSymphony
    June 12, 2008

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    wow i really really like this, i like your metaphors and your use of description, this poem shows a clear message about how we are...
    'Explain why it's permissible to prostitute our daughters, to kill, dishonour our families, ignore dinosaur bones'...i guess you could say the dinosaur bones symbolise our ancestory and past and that we just ignore how precious the world is and mybe even how we have killed...like we made the sabatooth tiger extinct and the do-do (sorry cant spell that)...i really really enjoyed your poem.


  • Lish
    June 9, 2008

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    Pure poetic perfection....that's what this is. So captivating in its abstract imagery, yet so crystal clear in its meaning. You are truly gifted, Gio.

    Now get to work and write some more!

  • celadia
    May 29, 2008

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    this is really neat, it felt like a rant against wrongs of society or things we do that are not right but we like them. this is my interpretation only, maybe you meant something else. anyway, fantastic write.


  • Gypsie Ink
    April 22, 2008

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    Wow

    That is way out there, but cool none the less....I do like me some weird verse though...Enjoyed the write!


  • CountryCousin
    April 22, 2008

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    Kind of crazy.

    In many ways this is the crazy the ills of our permissive society. One wonders what lurks in the minds of those that do as the poet says and then again.

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