a collection of short poems [7]

 
 
talent
 
she tells me
how she hates art school
 
that her teacher wouldn't know talent
if a madman
named vince
hacked off their ear with a blade
 
she tells me
 
her peers
are a boring bunch of impotent snobs
that she's wasting time studying
 
she tells me
 
she wants to fly
beyond the borders of bohemia  
make love to a stranger
handsome and brutish
built from hunks of hemp and bone
 
when she's done
she'll paint him in surreal nudism
on sheets stained with her sex
stretched out
over broken frames of his bed
using her pubic hair for a brush
 
 
 
 
flank
 
mademoiselle derriere
 
when we walk to the door
and you hear me plead
 
les dames d'abord [ladies first]
 
you can be certain
i'll be getting to know you
personally from behind  
 
gathering every fibre of womanly curve
the flank of hips
from cheek to cheek
 
sensing the power of corruption
inflicted by infamy
 
mademoiselle derriere
 
 
 
 
look them in the eye
 
voices ricochet
from cavernous skull walls
 
trespassers
lost inside your mind
mapping the unchartered  
darkness and cancer
 
when they come for you
 
do you look them in the eye
see something more
than filters and dilation
 
in the morning
they come
through your bedroom window
 
do you see gems cut into planets
exploding spheres of frozen flames
 
after nightfall
they come
reflections beyond the lens
 
do they see a blind moon eclipse
a dormant star of mud and amber
 
do they tell you
you've got dirty eyes
 
 
 
 
she thinks
 
i only want her for sex
the truth
there's something more
 
and it's the more
that scares the fuck
out of me