LadyBug~

Diving The Id~

I will hurt you on my rose
veining leaves with threads of apathy
sewn into my spine
little baby vines, in pale green
bioluminescent shell encasing my bones, 

speeding down the highway
of my line of fate
my palms painted red  

I carry gentleman twilight in dark smudges under my evergreen eyes
dividing smog with elomgated hands

beguiling dew at the corners of my provocative lips

iced water in the veins, chilling my pious hysteria
my apron, embroidered with violets and lady bugs

come undone under a monster's warm hands

Coke fills a woman’s laughing mouth
her isolation escapes me
a raw beauty, with tissue paper skin
a ribboned soul ;
throngs of feathered humans toss beads at her clutching talons
she taps her cotton candy lure in sweet minors on a piano's keys
stencills me into her wrist with a simple aria

opening worlds
where a Colt in a child’s hand goes off

with a Bang!
tie dyed splash of human blood and dreams

against the sands of Venice Beach  

I remember her alien excitement
it had a pattern like a lady bug’s wings
part flower
part ink
painting thorns and leaves up the sides of my waist

in a trail of salient love
quickening my escape from voracious gods
bromidic teachers
monotonous doctors
mundane wives, husbands;
I never really had a chance to be a human being . . . .  

I will hurt you on my rose
my elaborate complexity and agony razor sharp
charming myself into the tight band of human misery
splicing my cells until I'm a spot of organic theory on a specimen slide

a juniper mask, my disguised 
decorated with Pan’s lip print on the side,
Adam’s apple caught in my throat
my passion, threaded through with reluctant epiphanies
tied to my grace with Achilles’ golden tendon;
my wings are insidious little reds
with inky dots
so pretty. . . .so provocative. . . .

but I will hurt you on my rose
because that is how my story was written



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Author's Note

Reviews

[OT]

ooo I found this quite dark - the "I will hurt you on my rose" is so menacing and becomes more threatening as you repeat it throughout and then the last line, I will do it, because this is me - there are lots of darker little images ("sewn into my spine") - apt for the delving into the id - the primal, sensory little creature - there's a touch of possible madness in here too and the descriptions so brilliant as always - "dividing smog with the dew at the corners of my lips/ iced water veins " - nice, nice, nice!!

[Alicante lullaby]

The imagery is ethereal...so sensitive,so beautiful and so creul...beautiful Selene.

[Julijana Velichkovska]

beautiful! The mix of mythology and modern age, modern live myths - Coca Cola and a Colt... and so colorful... green and red and inky dots... and about escaping authorities like gods, teachers, doctors... it's a rebellion poem, beauty can hurt you!...

[Iota]

I like the sinister undertone in this one that I felt, yet it seemed so attractive that I could tell people are drawn to it. Excellent writing.

[Jonathan Ballam]

You throw together words, the way I throw out my little sister's clothes from the laundry basket.

I'm in love with the patterns and surreal swirls, you conjuer up.

Colorful and idiosyncratic ;)

[Awdures]

Beautiful in it's fragility and imagery I'm glad I checked your page today and found this work. It was haunting in it's wordplay, beautiful.

[Ruth]

Now this is awesome work!
I am glad to have read this:)
Wonderful use of metaphors and a wrap up!
Surreality at its best, I have to say!lol
In awe! lol
xx

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Beautiful emotional imagery. It's as captivating, sorrowful and beautiful as a dark rose. And its alive with the beauty and the colours of nature.

[Mauricio Montoya]

poetry is an art and here you've displayed.
nice work

[Dandy in the Underworld]

Gorgeous! The imagery is so rich!