The Server~

What stunning features Miasma crafted
... for herself from the apple peels circling
the galactic, choking core of another spilling day
as her man ambled down cherry wood flights of fancy
with his forehead wide open
on a garden of herbs
for her nimble, plucking fingers
mint lobes
and dill temples;
breakfast at this house was always
a cerebral experience

Tourists rode a section slash of eden
a trashy, overused square of dreams
like a magik carpet
with children picking chicken bones
and tomorrow’s dreams
from frayed, astroturf edges
while a dark smudge of celebrity hid behind her spider veil
counting coup with lipstick
on the rim of her Hummel latte

Welcome to the floating bed and dreadfest
over breakfast
where reckoning peppers eggs over easy
for a mushroom girl
with an stunning umbrella that opens inverse
and bleeds the sky of cranberry marmalade
for your toast
and I shall be your server
with tips in my fluid apron with crazy straws
encrusted with diamonds
and extra napkins
for the serious bleeders

Flip a strip of bacon
on a cavernous grill
the hunchback in lean profile pushing shop rite whites
into the Mesozoic
until Miasma trips his trick up
presses him between a papyrus and a bone knife
a quivering book in a bell tower
for a roving girl
with a strobing mind
and emeralds in her Esmereldic discarnation

In jars where fish gasp
in cheap heaps where children are sold to fat Americans
for cash
inside your décor and your décolletage
bought for a square peg romance with self idolatry
I will be your server
in my ink apron
smiling with black eyesockets
as misguided divinity rolls my vision in its palms
with glee

Charon never served death
so beautiful
Liberty never had killer stilettos
like these
Justice never walked the cat walk
with such a sway in the drop of the anvil

Welcome
to the River
I will be your server . . . .


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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Charon never served death
so beautiful
Liberty never had killer stilettos
like these
Justice never walked the cat walk
with such a sway in the drop of the anvil

Welcome
to the River
I will be your server . . . .'

those last lines utterly brilliant and just taking the poetry up that notch until it becomes something universal, unexpected and sublime. if there ever was such a thing as a poet who wrote for poets, i'm sure you do write for a wider audience but the cadences here are so appealing, refreshing and unique that they cast a spell upon the reader transporting us into your world where we find the surreal, the tragic realities of life, but also a poetry that is so unbelievably fresh and invigorating that we fall in love with the art form all over again. stunning!

[Muse]

Deliciously penned....a feast of burden....a garden of home grown herbs and mushrooms to daydream on. I'm in awe of your talent!

[David W Moore III]

What?? where's Thanatos? Not invited to vacation by the river? I see his butler made it here. He has made it clear to me that this snub will not go overlooked. Especially where he should be most welcome. He loves serving his eggs over easy with just the right amount of reckoning. And I love how conversations come full circle, for Atropos also wants to drop by... her sheers are dripping a river of there own.

Loved it.

[EMF]

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sweet. Like having your nadgers stapling to a moving car and finding your roller skate only have wheels that move backwards. Liberation and fear marcing hand in hand in Killer Heels

[Leo]

Powerful, ironic... confusing array of images... cut me like a knife.

[Aidz]

Do I really have to say anything???? Well I will give it a hot...The poetic brush used is of the finest sable and the pigments colour the dreamscape in a variance of hues and if one is needed you Selene create a whole new spectrum into which the viewer melts , never reader as one views your words or perhaps even tastes them....

[.]

meow...you just served the most delicious dish my friend...I was thinking that there was nothing left in me to write and then you pop along and pop a gem on it...thanks..perfection in a surreal swirl of liberation!

[RainQueen]

At first glance, I thought this was just a splash of moment, of beauty, painted as only you can do. But like all of your poems, the third, fourth, fifth reading peel back your organza layers - a peek into your brilliant mind...

Your seductive, wooing word-pictures draw me in, but here, I find darkness, a tale that must be told. Life is not sunshine and lollipops.

The knell has never sounded more beautiful, nor has it ever hooked so tenaciously into the mind.

The artist serves. In your case, she serves truth, and does so with beauty and brilliance. Bravo as always~

[SkinlessFrank]

they've asked for this server....she's a long time coming....no quick purging atomic flash for them....they merit the slow decay, the rot she brings