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Brake for the Poet's Moon
They're sexy alright
naked cliches wiggling onto the page
with the allure of an aging stripper
before you get close
and the flaws show up
mincemeating reality with a whisper of
'Honey,
it's all been done before.'
But you knew that anyway
that poets are mostly whores
So that mustn't be the reason
you're here--
perhaps this page
needs you too
A smirk as you catch her stockings
your favorites
white or black
or blue
Then reluctant panties
from the trophy drawer of memories
you always kept locked
because your heart's still ragged
and the stains still
bleed
You ought to know by now
poetry this way means pain
but when she moans
your pussycat relaxes by the fire
willing her fingers to explore
until hope morphs into a worm
and you burn
She's just the same ol' bitch
rock and roll naked
strutting her stuff in public
hungry for a buck
arching her back and thrusting her hips
tongue all wet in your ear
So it's best to keep
one eye on the keyboard
lest she goes crazy
takes over completely
and carves out a chunk from your soul
It's something no amount of moonlight
or lingerie
can change
Published 22nd May 2013
| Edited 26th Mar 2016
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22nd May 2013 7:19pm
22nd May 2013 10:46pm
i suppose you know that i know that you know that 'it's all been done before' has been done before.
nice personification. nice. you almost got carried away
nice personification. nice. you almost got carried away
