rat's nest

rat's nest

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

inside Elvis’

digital pompadour

there’s a

constitutional oligarchy

and a harelip

and

you watch

from the corner of

your eye

as he scratches

deep inside there

and sniffs at his

fingertips 

and

turns to his

girl and says

how it’s 

oh so redolent

of the eggs

of silverfish

and that Evel Knievel’s

cologne

was never

so sweet

© 2015 SkinlessFrank


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That must not smell too nice but the poem was such fun to read. Constitutional oligarchy in the pompadour...Even idols and demi-gods can smell like eggs of fish and as a rat's nest suggests, potentially gross.


Posted 1 Year Ago


-- seems like a case of severe NPD (narcissistic personality disorder) to me... but the term "constitutional oligarchy" seems to take the NPD to the level of a malaise that democracy could suffer from... at least that's how i'm reading this piece... -- in my country, a cult is in power... and it gets exasperated when some people refuse to get brainwashed...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wonderful play of words. the way you express yourself can intrigue anybody. I'm sincerely dazed by your style

Posted 8 Years Ago


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`Ok, I'm not even gonna' try to pretend to know what the hell you re saying in this crazy collage of smelly conspiracy...laughing. Yeah, and I have no idea wtf I am laughing at. And THAT is the funny part. It sounds crazy and I'm pretty sure I'm on to something with that, but, ummmm, yeah, care to explain? lol

Posted 8 Years Ago


oh yeah, welcome to MY world. I dig this gravity.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


God...you always did spark intrigue...you say so damn much within the walls of a free flow prose it leaves me in wonder :) x

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Posted 10 Years Ago


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[olfactory gland spasms] there are homeless on the streets of minneapolis with virtual behives that have achieved a balanced ecosystem where fingertips venture at their own peril. thank goodness i prefer puddled liver and dead skin. brilliant glimpses into humanity's underbelly saved only for special occasions. you are indeed your very own, my friend. :)

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Posted 10 Years Ago


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A bit surrealistic....and the imagery is great. I could almost smell a disgusting stench of bugs! Not sure where politics comes in when speaking of Elvis and Knieval, but I enjoyed the uniqueness of this one.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


You leave me speechless which is why I adore you. Poetry can be so predictable...I GET BORED...but I know you will never disappoint me...it is funny...stinky...icky...and loveable!

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Posted 10 Years Ago


I am surprised Quebec hasn't given you an independent nation.

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Posted 10 Years Ago



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SkinlessFrank
SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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