Maybe it was the full moon
or the peach schnapps I drank
as I sat in my balcony garden,
but I saw one last night,
swamp green and covered with scales.
He sat in a poolside lounge chair
clutching a woman like a soggy fish.
His eyes glowed, moist with sadness,
and a guttural moan escaped his throat.
Smoke trickled from his nose as he sniffed her.
I yelled down at him to let her go.
Instead, he rose with great effort,
dragged her into the humid dark.
I heard his heavy wings flap
as he flew into the night sky,
his prey limp and lifeless in his claws.
Author notes
an experimental poem
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My Dear Travis,
My brother...it has been way too long since I visited and I ask that you forgive me. I trapse around this site more than I ever expected I would, and only come by to visit you every now and again. Shame on me!
The imagery here is stunning. But I don't see a "dragon". Instead I see a pimp, yeah, dressed in green to signify money. I love the metaphor and have missed your words. I hope all is sunny and well in your world.
Always ♥
Renee
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It makes me think ...
of a criminal returning to the scene of his crime ... in remorse ... finding he had killed the one he truly loved ...
But, you know me, Travis ... I would love you to write he kissed her back to life and then he turned into a Prince, and she his Princess.
Of course, that is me with my poetic, predictable phantosisms ...
Good to read a new Travis.
Love to you.
Myra
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I'm glad this one made you think about its meaning. and who knows, maybe it has a fairy-tale ending after the dragon flies off with his prey.
thanks for reading...and for the comment.
love back to you, myra!
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hey! U should get Ariosto to paint this piccure, naturally I would prefer bare breasts and such.
I think you have been down in Mexico eating worms, or sitting in the sun on the verandah too long.
(some folks accuse me of having loose marbles, but that's ok, I prefer to hear them rattling around, the sound lets me know there is still stuff going on.)
I think you should not go anywhweres off anymore, well you can but carry a laptop just in case you should have a thought, odd tho it may be.
Sometimes I think Harry Potter grew up to be Rolling Stone and developed a taste for peyote. I could be wrong.
Personally, I like dragons tho I prefer it when they eat bad people. There should be more dragons.
also, unicorns.
ok write more. what else you got to do sittin there on the verandah sipping tea and watchin the dragons carry off young girls?
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hahaha. it's been decades since I did any peyote, lute.
and I'm going off again next week...this time to new york city to see birchy and suzi-Q and go to a ballgame at yankee stadium before they tear the place down. also to a poetry reading at the bowery poetry club. maybe I'll read this one.
my favorite story about loose marbles is this: I once asked a famous poet, whom I shall not name, how to become a real poet. he told me to pour a bag of marbles into my mouth. and everytime I write a poem, take one marble out of my mouth and throw it away. write another poem, take another marble out and throw it away. and when I've finally lost all my marbles, I will at last be a real poet.
thank you for the visit, amigo. I have missed your comments!
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That was fucking me, dog! And that was no woman, that was my dragon-schlong.
Love this one. Really. There is something refreshingly direct about it and the descriptions are clear and precise.
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is that why she looked limp and lifeless in your hand?
thanks, ed. I enjoy your comments.
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Perhaps he was angry cause you weren't sharing that Schnapps with him
You know the saying, if you share I will share...so if you'd taken a notion to share your drink perhaps he would of shared his woman with ya
I really like this and if reading between the lines, I see loss and how one deals with it as well as perhaps something or someone returning to your life at a point when you are not so sure it is a good idea.
Hummmm
very pondering
Regardless I like it.
Becky
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never a good idea to give a brooding dragon liquor. it makes 'em moodier.
thank you for commenting, becky.
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There is something in this that reminds me of Werewolves of London, for some reason. Maybe it is the image of the dragon on a lounge chair -- it reminded me of the image of the werewolf drinking a pinacolada at Trader Mics.
It almost feels political, in truth. Like there was something that had disappeared and is coming back to pick us off like popcorn. Maybe I'm too busy thinking about deregulated failed banks. LOL
I like the experiment.
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thanks, syl.
this IS about something/someone disappearing, and how things/people manage to come back in their own ways to mess us up. or at least how we let our minds believe it.
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A lady killer from your past? Why do I believe you've known a few of them? Or is it you?
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hahahaha. closer to the truth than you might imagine
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Funny, those who chase it are mercilessly left with no visits, and Travis, the man over there, he gets to watch him run off with his prey.
Or this could be a really interesting 'id experience' that I need to delve further into.
Regardless, it's fascinating, and I like this different voice from you as well.
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thanks, suzi. a little jekyll and hyde, huh? could be.
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well if this is an experiment, then give some formulas and litmus paper and a bunson burner and I'll make a chemistry set for you... write on, dearest scribe..
hoooooyaaaaahh
yepp
Gilly.x
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it IS experimental, gill. thanks for reading it and commenting.
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I really like this Travis.
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I appreciate that, jan!
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