Lamentation for the Chicken Boy

Lamentation for the Chicken Boy

A Poem by Amorette Duvannes
"

another love poem. absolutely typical. thank god no one ever actually likes me.

"

Sore swallow, fractured wing

I have cried tears of milk

Waiting for you to love me



and



I have been roaring drunk

And stoned

In the head and at the head



and



You have been first in every one of those instances

Squealing state, picking at me like

An anorexic food-chain



and



You wouldn't give up,

You little niggler, insidious nit-picker

You, tearing at me



As a dog fluctuates at it's meal,

Ripping off it's jaw in the process,

Except



You walk home with my lower lip

In your cradle fruit of basket, I am going

Hazy, quite crazy, too.



The roar of your thick, brown betrayal

Coming at me like the express,

Fractured my skull



Chicken wing, turned to the wind

Couldn't sing

Didn't belong



I was terribly apprehensive

I thought you were my worth

Thumb-print, followed me 'round



Like a dirty fried man

He didn't know his place

I didn't know my place



Sought me out like a soft, gold trophy

Held me to your breast, I was quite happy

To be your breath



Alas my lungs became a life machine,

And my floppy baby neck paled under adolescence,

Baby bird, don't sing



And rest your voice, squalid thing

Only piranhas drown at an ice-rink

Another child's way



My gauze has your face bled onto it now

I go mad, sinking beneath the depths

Of the factorial conservative world



Your face laughs to me as a Robby the clown

Laughs to children, just before pounce

A screech before the silence



Terribly bored

I couldn't strike a chord and

I'd lost teeth at every one of my jobs



Sent home with a migraine from the Heavens

Every two, and every ten lovers would tell me

I made them rich



Every five between them yawned with

A hippopotamus scale and fell backwards

Never to be regained



You are not a five or a ten,

You are a minus infinity, dreadful dear,

I'm sorry to hear



That your mother died, she was

Quite the enigma, I heard she used to

Slip lovers gold under their pillows



They called her the kindest tooth fairy

Ever to grace this earth, my teeth

Were given to the tooth devil before they found her


Coveted the horned rascal

Speaking for you, I resigned

Before explosion



I had become quite the sport

When you came in and drowned

Me out, eerie love.

© 2013 Amorette Duvannes


Author's Note

Amorette Duvannes
please give me opinions. :) although criticism would be helpful, i don't want to touch you as a scholar or an academic. if i can touch you in any way, tickle your humanity, then i haven't wasted an hour on this squalid construction of soul - thank you :--)

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