Key Collection

The stars are born in heaven,

They sing of red and green.

We can’t hear them from in here.

We can’t hear them from in me.

 

What a beautiful night to be born,

The baby does not cry.

 

He held her close, she had a home --

She’d been waiting to be born

As a treasure handled with grace,

And patience (and love)

 The night called out through fog

That tonight was her night.

It was like any other night.

It was any other night.

 

You can’t hold a tunnel

From the inside.

Night caught up with the milky way tide.

 

Why am I so light

At the darkest hour of night?

Hands hiding breasts like roots,

Roots moving roots -- cartoon nude.

No one likes a prude.

 

Prude, prude,

Open yourself

Before the door

Slams on you.

Pick the lock,

Steal the keys;

I’ve dreamt of flesh keys since childhood.

 

Thirsty cow-tongue, thirsty cow-tongue,

Why does your moan sound so wet?

I can hear your desire,

Dripping. Dripping.

 

The pretty may escape, eat before the sun wakes --

The light would be blinding, you’ll never see again.

Grab her hair, twist like a nest,

Hungry for newborns, you must first create one.

 

Dine on her tongue, moan to her teeth,

“Give me your tongue,” you demand from beneath.

 

Thrust her like a cave,

Thrust like the sea;

Who can hear the “No’s”

Over tidal screams?

 

Spit on her.

There are too many children

In the world.

 

Watch as your spit dries into her skin.

Author's Note

Sept '10

Reviews

[Abdul Aziz]

This is really really powerful. It is quite hard to believe you wrote this in 5 minutes. The poem starts with some seemingly innocuous lines, and proceeds to include some shocking imagery, which I believe, is presented at exactly the correct time. This progression is what imparts power to this poem, I believe. There are many lines that have grabbed my attention here. Quoting them would be an exercise in futility, as I'd have to quote almost the whole poem. This is a very well written poem. Bravo.

[Clockwork]

One of the best things to observe has been your transformation over the last few months. As time has gone on you have been able to balance reality, surrealism, and poetic phrasing. I like your metaphors and word play early on. They build nicely with your surreal images which set a great scene. This piece has a deep gravity about it. It is powerful, haunting, and devastating.

[Hello, Goodbye]

I love this.. The ambiguity but hinting at beauty.. I love the imagery and description plus the general feeling that you deliver.

[deeps]

WOW this is powerful and ever so amazing!
I read alot of writes on this site and I think this is one of my faves.
I enjoyed this!!

[nostal]

Powerful.

[sammyj]

most of my good poems i write in 5 minutes or less, not enough time to ruin the flow, lol. good job

[Ruth]

5 minutes? Wohoooo lol Thats serious kudos hon! Its a great piece of work love!
There is so much within this, I am astounded :)
Connection, worldly problems, Goddess feel too, all connected:)
I am seriously loving the surrealness!
Excellent!
xx