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!!

[Matthews Reggie]

unbelievable imagery, perfect words, i was drawn into it frm the fst line... 'I will hurt you on my rose'....beautiful work... truly amazing...

[Crinkle°]

always very lyrical, everytime a little novel, a story. Very nice.

[Aven]

You continue to amaze me. :)

[An owl on the moon]

Each glimpse and glimmer of you seems to stand alone.. yet they are also threads that weave a depth of what is and what is deeper still.. There is the beauty and gentleness of the rose.. and the darker, slicing ribbons that cut and bleed within. Powerfully voiced.

[Robin]

I am in quiet contemplation , this one resonates within ~

[alan peter kelly]

sublime arrival/ this new excoriation / flays all prior sense /refresh as burn in ache / as wildfire over tortured scape / plucking flawless rubies from weakened existentials / promulgating flames within the information retina / healing rifts between decayed and browbeat hemispheres....rose madder and resplendent / pale / primal...intangible and mysterious / a beautiful animal once thought to be extinct...

[The Cougar's Den]

stencils me into her wrist -- love the imagery!

It's funny that I stumbled across this, for I have been pressing flowers lately - the most recent two orchid blossoms - my first attempt at such - they were so full of life that, after a week, I checked them again and they are still not dry, but the paper I put them between is stained with the shape of the petals and the fragrance of the blooms. Somehow I find that more alluring than the flowers themselves now....I have decided to take that paper and write poetry on it, on top of the 'stains', to give my girlfriend, instead of my original plan of giving her the dried flowers.

Sorry about the ramble...your work always leaves me feeling surreal somehow, as if transported through time, and space, to some other dimension where gentleness is commonplace and a kiss seals every deal.

Anyway, great work, dear Selene....as always.
G.

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{I Love This Poem & This Ending !!!}

"splicing my cells into juniper masks
decorated with Pan’s lip print
Adam’s apple
threaded through epiphanies
tied with Achilles’ golden tendon;
my wings are insidious little reds
with inky dots
so pretty
but I will hurt you on my rose
because that is how my story was written"

{your words are ethereally-surreal
in this imagsistic masterpiece...
......as always...Awesome!}

james:-)

[Hellslastwarrior]

Beautiful i loved the Colt - Cola ever so imaginitive keep up great work ! I released another poem btw if you want to check it i dont mind. btw rating this 100!

[Ed Hart]

somehow, somewhere you learned to crawl out of that early tangled thicket, and now conduct an orchestra of images