I was stepping lightly because I had never walked on glass floors;
but my date, a young Canadian whose lust for poetry had driven her
to seek the company of a man almost twice her age, had not only walked
on glass floors, but had also danced, flirted, and perhaps shagged on them.
I’ll never know for certain, but that’s the unclean thought I had formed in
my true-blue, ugly American mind: she would dance for me, like the vamp who
danced for Herod, and I was expected to deliver the goods with a cock as rigid
as the sword that shaved The Baptist.
“Look,” she said, “Ontario! Isn’t it beautiful?”
I, however, was more interested in her full lips, which had opened just
wide enough to put more notions in my weak mind.
That is how I saw her lips, anyway, until
she opened them again to say “Manhattans! Two.”
Now I saw John kneeling by the basket;
I saw erections shrink to nothingness;
and when our drinks were served, I poured mine down my
throat and asked for another, and then another, and another.
My Salome danced, and while she danced, I
drank and scanned the horizon, hoping not to see any
low-flying planes.
Author notes
The CN Tower was once the tallest structure on land.
A contest entry
- Deepest Secrets REAVELED! by Sick Sunshine.
1000 points, ended October 28, 2008, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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The tone of this poem reminds me of Charles Bukowski. I don't know if you've read his stuff or not? But it almost to me feels like a more poetic rip off of his stuff. Not that this isn't good, cause it's wonderful, maybe a little to susceptible to influence? But regardless, this is very well written, and awfully beautiful.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting. Input is always welcome
...Alas, I don't know who Charles Bukowski is, nor did I ever read anything similar to this peace, which came straight from my head, from the feeling I experienced while visiting the CN Tower in Toronto, Canada, soon after 9/11
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my kind of writing...
we'll talk about this one.
Love, Lane
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Thank you
Thank you, Lane. Your input is always welcome.
Love,
Vito
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cleaver...
you've got the mind I've been looking for. honest, raw, real, forward... I can't wait to read more... quite a secret... I bet there is much darker one's yet to be revealed... peaks my interest.. -
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Thank you for reading and commenting. Input is always welcome.
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this poem is like... romantic yet sharp and to the point a mixture between the two was interesting to read.
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Ahhh, if this is your deepest secret then you will surely be granted absolution...
Loved the clarity and vibrancy of characterization and imagery, the inner chatterbox talking to the self as slowly dawn rises in realization but little else does...
You could have watched the bewitching Salome dance and entrance and then still have impressed her surely by reciting an ode to the poetry in motion that she was...
Smiled at the earthy honesty of true-blue bedroom thoughts as she talked whilst your mind was elsewhere...
Liked the metaphor used, tastefully written but still touching the base line.
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Thank you
for reading and commenting, Yvette. The panorama was amazing, but I was taken by phobia.
Love,
Vito
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I think the thought of "walking on a glass floor", made me want to tip-toe. What would be the extent of damage if one were to shatter that glass. Whew! Loved the feel! Loved the last stanza. There's a lot here poet. Much to decipher within and beneath the lines. I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Thank you.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Renee. I was on the observation deck for about 20 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity
Peace, love,
Vito
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