Straw Poets~

she smiles and plucks him like a harp
peels him like an orange with her white teeth
a hyacinth poetic pulse sliding her throat
perfume rhymes in her veins
an aromatic haiku in her wink
needle diamonds

sharp tipped silver sliver
between her fingertips
she has chosen a deep canary yellow
to sew his skin back on
a dreaming poet tattooed with glistening silk
on the inside of his wrist
filled with straw

 

she pulls his sinew like five point thorns with  little fingertips
plays them like the strings of a violin
a lunar orbit fallen to a teal wall displaying a velvet painting of Jesus
or maybe it was Elvis in the cloudy margarita
above barstools
reserved for dead poets
swimming animate poet skins

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Pax Analog]

This poem leaves me w/a sense of a highly sophisticated version of Attack of the Puppet People.

Such patented voodoo surreality should have further effects. Perhaps armed w/bow and lyre an army of Selene-ized straw poets could invade innumerable bars throughout the land, puncturing unsuspecting barstool habitues' ankles w/a potion designed to dissolve convenient categorizations in the brains of dedicated imbibers.

Aggregated, society would thus be injected w/medicinal mercurialness, catalyzing transformation in the arteries of citi-zenry, inaugurating the reign of the marvelous.

[Claws Of Fury]

This is very intellectual written poem. Very breath taking and a lot of beautiful imagery that arises from this poem. Wonderful stuff.

[zdzd]

Wow, really good writing. Reminds me of Fate from the Incarnations Of Immortality Series. Creating life with threads. Or like mother nature playing her instrument of life.

You also use a very interesting poem style, not rhyming or using capitalization for each line.

[sweetylee1994]

this poem is adorable! it soo cute!

[Emily B]

ahhhh, the curves of my voice always seem to draw an appreciative him . . . love this

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

MUAH - FABULOUS!!!!!!!

[Bard Constantine]

Yes... what separates true poets from the chaff... it's the ability to rip the reader apart and sew them back together with new perspectives of events and feelings they know but never knew before, so their button eyes can view all the colors of the prism of poetic reasoning... what an outstanding piece of writing, wonderful work...

[LJW]

That sounds painful.

[UESider84]

The language in this poem is highly sophisticated and beautiful. The opening lines alone drew me straight into the heart of this poem, but what really got me were the hallucinatory images. "The lunar orbit fallen to a teal wall displaying a velvet painting of Jesus/ or maybe it was Elvis in the cloudy margarita" is probably my favorite line because of the way you combine these disparate elements and throw them together.

Your poem is also particularly strong when it comes to the uses of the sense. I feel, taste, smell, and see almost everything that you are writing about. That sensuality is something that I have rarely found in other authors.

Magnificent! Please write more in this vein.

[FireWoman]

The imagery here is vivid...your inspiration comes from everything that you see and hear in the every day. You turn an ordinary blood orange into sultry prose, a scare crow into a rebirth of self. Beautiful Ess.

[Amy Bumpas]

I love how this starts out...plucks him like a harp, peels
him like a orange with her white teeth...oh, that is strong,
powerful...we get our way easier that way...lol!

Sensual, carnal desires of a freak show, than falling astray from
what we believe.