Submissions by Mark_Parsons (Mark Parsons)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The acerbic tone of Greg Gutfeld, and the literary exuberance and stylistic flair of Joyce's Ulysses. Algernon Swinburne visits Twin Peaks.Follow my publications & activities here
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Sep 2023 5:59pm
24th Sep 2023 5:59pm
Tucson, 1994
Never forget
Staring into the dark,
Staring down
The dark
Of blacked-out auditorium
Like you are staring down the barrel of a gun,
As Robert Fripp’s sedate guitar
Begins to play, and stops, and then to play again,
Over what was just played,
An electric hum like the echo of the surf
Crashing over the sound of surf:
Over and over, again and again, intricate sound
Concentrating your faculties
When out of the abyssal dark the stage leaps forth,
Frozen, glittering with hoarfrost,
Every detail,
Freed from the void for...
Staring into the dark,
Staring down
The dark
Of blacked-out auditorium
Like you are staring down the barrel of a gun,
As Robert Fripp’s sedate guitar
Begins to play, and stops, and then to play again,
Over what was just played,
An electric hum like the echo of the surf
Crashing over the sound of surf:
Over and over, again and again, intricate sound
Concentrating your faculties
When out of the abyssal dark the stage leaps forth,
Frozen, glittering with hoarfrost,
Every detail,
Freed from the void for...
#dark
#women
#sex
#art
#dance
163 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2023 1:46pm
23rd Sep 2023 1:46pm
When she looks at me
When she looks at me, I feel like a house full of busted windows.
The wind just blows right through me.
The wind just blows right through me.
#love
#UnrequitedLove
201 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Jun 2023 12:13pm
26th Jun 2023 12:13pm
Sexually-explicit fragment from long poem
#sex
#porn
#orgasm
434 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2022 6:46pm
24th Nov 2022 6:46pm
Finn McCoo's Wife
Finn McCool’s Wife
Promenades with her gentleman caller,
gathering up her smock
with her skirt and shift underneath
and leaping from hexagon column to column
of interlocking extruded basalt
like Q*bert and leading her latest suitor
and rival to husband, would-be
usurper
on, up and down
the terrain of a seafloor eruption,
undulate carpet like
the bright stainless steel pins
of a three-dimensional novelty toy
projecting the face of a child
whose delicate skin
still bears the sensation of
each cold...
Promenades with her gentleman caller,
gathering up her smock
with her skirt and shift underneath
and leaping from hexagon column to column
of interlocking extruded basalt
like Q*bert and leading her latest suitor
and rival to husband, would-be
usurper
on, up and down
the terrain of a seafloor eruption,
undulate carpet like
the bright stainless steel pins
of a three-dimensional novelty toy
projecting the face of a child
whose delicate skin
still bears the sensation of
each cold...
#marriage
#mythology
#historical
#culture
#tradition
401 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2022 1:49am
4th Sep 2022 1:49am
Nineteen Ways of Considering Female Rape Fantasies
#women
#sex
#dreams
#MeToo
#art
290 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 2:10am
10th Aug 2022 2:10am
Untitled
Untitled
Torque-driven smart fibre-stitched catsuit
(A lifestyle choice)
Teaches its wearer the nebulous place that is “his.”
(Teaches him
In a way that's not nebulous.)
His sight dim
Behind olive green-painted
Slit metal flak goggles
Flecked steel, crimped inner curve
Like a mouthguard,
Or potsticker
Shaped like a crescent moon,
Or Marcel Duchamp’s lover’s bronze vulva cleft
Cast invasively, Female Fig Leaf,
Of butterfly vibrator fixed on his face buzzes a scarlet tattoo
Like a finger that's shushing...
Torque-driven smart fibre-stitched catsuit
(A lifestyle choice)
Teaches its wearer the nebulous place that is “his.”
(Teaches him
In a way that's not nebulous.)
His sight dim
Behind olive green-painted
Slit metal flak goggles
Flecked steel, crimped inner curve
Like a mouthguard,
Or potsticker
Shaped like a crescent moon,
Or Marcel Duchamp’s lover’s bronze vulva cleft
Cast invasively, Female Fig Leaf,
Of butterfly vibrator fixed on his face buzzes a scarlet tattoo
Like a finger that's shushing...
#faith
#PTSD
#denial
#sensual
#symbolism
429 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2022 1:48am
3rd Aug 2022 1:48am
Requiem for the Duke of Paducah
Requiem for the Duke of Paducah
My parents were millionaires
When having a million dollars meant something
My parents were penniless, beaten and broken under crushing debt
My parents were entrepreneurs
When being an entrepreneur didn’t mean being a capitalist
Because everybody was a capitalist
My parents were white trash, cracker tornado bait
My parents were iconoclasts
Who taught their children to kneel down before no man
My parents were social climbers, terrified of giving themselves away
Being found out as rustic simpletons...
My parents were millionaires
When having a million dollars meant something
My parents were penniless, beaten and broken under crushing debt
My parents were entrepreneurs
When being an entrepreneur didn’t mean being a capitalist
Because everybody was a capitalist
My parents were white trash, cracker tornado bait
My parents were iconoclasts
Who taught their children to kneel down before no man
My parents were social climbers, terrified of giving themselves away
Being found out as rustic simpletons...
#children
#childhood
#family #memories
#family #memories
470 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Mar 2022 00:25am
15th Mar 2022 00:25am
Hello!
Just wanted to tell all my friends on dup I'm back!
I've missed you all--
Best,
Mark Parsons
I've missed you all--
Best,
Mark Parsons
#metaphor
440 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2022 00:34am
2nd Jan 2022 00:34am
After Orson Welles
Sparkly and spinning and dotted with blue-bottle
Flies,
The impaction of fecal
Pop culture that’s ossified excrement,
A mirror-ball
Of constipated narcissistic shit,
Revolves high above gliding light leopard-print hide:
Reverse compound bug eye
Lenses arrayed on a spherical surface projecting and scattering
Light from the embers yet glowing inside the attendant below, who remain in their seats
And in thrall
To the pattern and swirl of the dots
As the audience tamps their extended-capacity magazines
Shaped like bananas against ...
Flies,
The impaction of fecal
Pop culture that’s ossified excrement,
A mirror-ball
Of constipated narcissistic shit,
Revolves high above gliding light leopard-print hide:
Reverse compound bug eye
Lenses arrayed on a spherical surface projecting and scattering
Light from the embers yet glowing inside the attendant below, who remain in their seats
And in thrall
To the pattern and swirl of the dots
As the audience tamps their extended-capacity magazines
Shaped like bananas against ...
#PopCulture
221 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Nov 2021 00:11am
26th Nov 2021 00:11am
Thanksgiving
I want to say "thank you" to all those people here who have re-invigorated my enthusiasm for writing.
Living in a country where 99.99% of the people can't speak conversational English, much less read a poem, it has meant a lot to me to be able to engage with others who care about poetry.
Perhaps in the future I can get some recent problems in my life cleared up and I'll have the opportunity to be more active here.
Thank you again,
Mark Parsons
Living in a country where 99.99% of the people can't speak conversational English, much less read a poem, it has meant a lot to me to be able to engage with others who care about poetry.
Perhaps in the future I can get some recent problems in my life cleared up and I'll have the opportunity to be more active here.
Thank you again,
Mark Parsons
#gratitude
248 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2021 1:32am
30th Oct 2021 1:32am
Halloween This Year (Audio Only)
I wanted to go as Rosa Parks for Halloween this year...
full audio:
https://soundcloud.com/mark_parsons/halloween-this-year?si=f6d0b6beb1cd4e4ba11fab16f89e0758
full audio:
https://soundcloud.com/mark_parsons/halloween-this-year?si=f6d0b6beb1cd4e4ba11fab16f89e0758
#Halloween
276 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Oct 2021 11:05pm
27th Oct 2021 11:05pm
Here Comes Thelonious, Hook-Beaked and with Hooded Eyes, Popping Rivets, Or Portrait with Shooting Glasses
Here Comes Thelonious, Hook-Beaked and with Hooded Eyes, Popping Rivets, Or Portrait with Shooting Glasses
The two-tone
of one high and one low
pleasing musical notes composed
doorbell chime,
repeatedly rapidly pressed,
passes through this empty yellow amber
curtained living room
packed to bursting with dried and shriveled up lemon sacs
glazed with a nicotine tint,
as barbless prongs of polished gleaming
perfect pitch,
like butcher’s hooks
through the sun-cured fugue state
I’m lost inside,
my employer and...
The two-tone
of one high and one low
pleasing musical notes composed
doorbell chime,
repeatedly rapidly pressed,
passes through this empty yellow amber
curtained living room
packed to bursting with dried and shriveled up lemon sacs
glazed with a nicotine tint,
as barbless prongs of polished gleaming
perfect pitch,
like butcher’s hooks
through the sun-cured fugue state
I’m lost inside,
my employer and...
#metaphor
240 reads
2 Comments
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