"Medicine is a scary cocktail of science, art, majick, politics, and economics."
-Jack Spandeaux, idiot at the bus stop
I.
Softwoman wobbled buttocks at the park one night
her clowny hoop earrings sparked blinding winks
when they hit the shine right
from this stage -
all has been reduced to anonymous coughs beyond the focus of hot lights
sweat beads lead bacteria into nidus cracks
sycophantic jackals cackle at flaccid jokes
ever-spelunking junkies prowl for smack or smokes
II.
I found the beat so fast and exactly
but she floundered
endearingly lost
artlessly adrift
(pssssst...
the nosy rabbits represent the frenzy of reproductive activity that followed
our first meeting)
III.
and later in the bar
my hand spidered her strange thigh
and she without swat or protest
we tried to get back to that time
when rain was just rain
and no worries about
basement leaks
up close
beneath the flubbering cheeks
her cunt shone like a pale gummi-ruby
that's it
don't be afraid
buck back into the tongue
scream with delight
squander money
stuff your mouth with hot dogs
go nowhere fast
over and over
Author notes
There is a crack in every ass
that's how the cock gets in
A contest entry
- Francis Bacon's George Dyer Triptych by cvillelisa.
400 points, ended July 31, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Breathtaking
Fucking sweet perfection. This is better then a blowjob from a velociraptor. I like the authors notes as well that was some very funny shit. The poem reads like a champ, the descriptions are vivid and full of feeling, the humor is excellent and blends well with everything else. This is my favorite poem I have read in a while, I loved the lines
sweat beads lead bacteria into nidus cracks
sycophantic jackals cackle at flaccid jokes
and of course the description of the cunt that shone like a pale gummi rubi. Wonderful
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you should write more.
thank you.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh right. Fish eye. Yeah I see. I thought you meant I have fishy witch eyes. Alright I'll let old Lenny know he doesn't need to ram you up. Sound as a pound.
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Oh right thanks, that's charming. I've always dreamed of pulling off ugly witchy chic.
You're lucky you slagged off my peepers and not my hair. If anyone says a bad word about my hair then I tear them an extra crack and Leonard,who is defo on my side, puts his willy in it. That is simply how me and Len roll, so watch out. -
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I don't know where you got "ugly," sister. Witches are hot.
And I wasn't slagging any peepers, dork, I was talking about the camera lens, which may or may not be a fish-eye (probs not, now that I consider it), but I'll shut up now before I make it any worse. You're lovely.
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Very swish. I like the poem a lot but I loooove trying to sing your authors note to the tune of Anthem. Ring them bells.
Oh and extra points for use of flubbering. Woohoo. x
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fetching photo. the fish-eye makes it look a bit witchy though.
hey. leonard's on my side.
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it's three that does it for me-- three is your money shot
although without 1 and 2.. what good would three be?
although too i love the word endearingly in 2-- it paints her softer, it paints the poet softer--
but three-- three is that hand that we don't want to say no to
it's the shifting of thigh --the locked eyes when the hand goes higher
--it's consent
three is vivid
and lived
i dunno.. maybe that's why i love this piece
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I am currently reading Jack Spandeaux's "Lipschtick, Dipticks and Wooden Nickles"
I will use a quote from the second chapter as an epigram soon.
I do love u.
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I could only give you 3 stars for some reason. New, I guess. Getting stingy with the motherfucking stars.
Mutual
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Wow. So fucking nailed I am here. What a verse.
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i love this poem
great fucking work ed
al
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fucking thanks, al
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you're god damn welcome...
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that's how the bacon gets in...
human sexuality gravitates around buildings with multiple floors
the elvator has a button of control
medicine is not place and place is no space
at the right angle the majic becomes limp
the pussy damp, dry jelly ruby
tights
it's how amber is made and insects preserved
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(still giggling at authors notes)
Okay,
Number III is splendid especially "my hand spidered her strange thigh"
Desiree
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'my hand spidered her strange thigh'
I'm lost in that image, lit by the blinding hot lights of pale ruby jelly that shine through this poem
(I use a rose gel onstage)
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wow..
so much here-- the images are fantastic.
will return when i regain whatever it is this stole..
m
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Hopefully, it stole your panties. If you wear them.
your photo is giving me a chub -
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so it worked!
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