I Might Demolish Every Whisper Ever Rumoured

Cinderella would dance like a vagrant

around the circled combustion of a

dangling verb, left like sausage

drying in the sun.

I might notice.

I might not.

I might even slip a tongue

over the flip-flop

tabernacle of sham.

"Fuddle-duddle" the legend intoned,

a very many years ago.

With lambent tenacity

the bored princess will

flick a wrist and suppress a yawn.

One and one is two, but two and two

becomes a matter of judgement.

I might care.

I might not.

I might even use a chorus

of disembodied arrogance.

Leasing the flagrant dimness

until it gleams like

an undressed w***e in the snow.

Shoulders back, arms wide,

marching parasites collect like

rabbits getting skinned.

I might attend.

I might not.

I might demolish every 

whisper ever rumoured.

Reviews

[Thea Fuentebella]

kinda complicated for me, i admit. but i like the use of words, the flow and the rhythm.. it adds a sense of lightness to the work :)

[lee von cleef]

A good bit of Mescal, sets you free, but the weight of it will hide in some corner to trip you when love decides to cast the eye on you.

[Anne Timmins]

Absolutely beautiful!!!

[Loner]

Quite a heavy material stuff ...... nice work though.

[Satire69]

I just don't understand it.

[Aaran]

Great write.. a bit different write though coming from you.. but i enjoyed it..

[Sleeping Maiden]

wow. makes one think here.. i love the imagery you played with in this poem. Nice. Ha ha.. great write! i enjoyed this. =)

[The Cobra Lounge]

This is "different" for you. A good kind of different. I enjoyed the imagery and the sarcasm. Well done.

[Aristede Craig Jr]

oh how she lets it out beautifully

[Catcher]

Nice poem, a real thinker.
I think it should be "AN undressed w***e in the snow," but why argue grammar of poetry, I suppose.
Nice job.