A Poem by Alicante lullaby

She enrages you with her oval mouth

and that thing between her thighs

you suddenly grow sick of the yellowed walls,

of the yellowed cover of canto-general de chile,

of your yellowed existence ,

of your yellowed political socialistic views

and of those yellow haired braless blondies

there is something about the kohl in her eyes

and that thing between her thighs

which yells jaded and you cant define all the sadness

associated to even simplest of her lip movements

May be life isn't that philosophical

May be happiness really is cotton candy

May be you have just converted to a Freudian

suddenly she draws you closer to her breasts

''boys are just so babyish'' hands brushing your collar

you feel   vulnerable

hankering for breath

still packed tight in your amnion

and you wept,didnt ya?

© 2011 Alicante lullaby

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Quite a thing for believers of the Oedipus Complex - although I expect that many of us could be argued in its favour. There is an intelligent harshness behind the language of this poem, and a sharp imagination. The weakness of Man (or perhaps just one particular type of man - though I think that's unlikely here) is rather sneered at with an unspoken, indirect disgust in its tone. And I am sure that is just how it looks from the outside. It is disgusting when brought down to size, and I think it may well be that the Id of mankind in general is an ugly and disgusting thing to look at closely; including both Man and Woman. As to whether they are aware of this is quite another thing...
A caustic, effective and rather good piece of poetry.

Posted 6 Years Ago

thanks OT dear....i wanted to thank you but that blue thing...we need you here at WC...Come Back!!!!!!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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such a Plath feel to your words - which is a pleasure to read - the power - the images - vocabulary - "you suddenly grow sick of the yellowed walls,
of the yellowed cover of canto-general de chile,
of your yellowed existence ,
of your yellowed political socialistic views" - so good! nice!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Encore... Encore... !!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Somehow this speaks of the helplessness of the male caught in the web of desire, unable to resist even a faded yellow opportunity, drawn back to that thing

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on June 25, 2011
Last Updated on July 22, 2011


Alicante lullaby
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