i, Poetry

i, Woman pic 3

he took me to the point

of no return,

tore open my skirt,

ripped the panties

from my bodice

& dragged me

into the river deep

asking through a sensual man’s whir ~

 

                                         ‘how deep is your poetry?’

 

as spools of sodden moist

violated every center of my sanity

gripping the depth of my insanity,

utopia & euphoria

settled

in the holiest temple of my doom;

& there

did I occur to me

that poetry is in the eye

of the beholder

particularly

when I saw my legs

dangling over his bare shoulders;

but it was

in the harden thrusts

of his verses,

the orgasmic taunt

in his stanzas

had I realized the depth

of my own poetry

didn’t matter ~

 

orally

     anally

          vaginally

 

 

 

for I was Poetry

in itself

 

2 Emails. . .God, I’m so pathetic!!

2 Emails?. . .You got to be kidding. . .and “junkmail” for bitchin’ out loud!  God, I’m so pathetic!!

Email #1:  Timeshare?

Okay, I don’t have time to share.

Email #2:  Geico Insurance

Okay, my car is as old as an Oldsmobile (I think that’s the way you spell it?).  So if my car gets hit, I’ll probably be doing it a favor by putting it out of its misery.

Today is Friday. . .and I love Rebecca Black’s “Friday” video.  Sure her voice is a bit whiney. . .mechanical. . .and everyone seems to dislike her but with over 52 million views to her vid I’m sure she’s laughing (or crying somewhere)!

Playing hooky at 115 Degrees

Nothing really to write about except for that I played hooky from work yesterday and went to see Jack the Giant Slayer and then snuck in to see OZ The Great and Powerful.  Bad. . .I know. . .But it’s done and over now.  So get over it already!

 

“Jack the Giant Slayer”. . .a breathless piece of work.  My fav character. . .two-headed giant.  Of course Ewen McGregor wasn’t bad either;)! 

 

“OZ The Great and Powerful”. . .a stunning piece of work.  My fav character. . .China Girl. 

 

The following poem was one of two poems nominated for a 2011 Pushcart Prize. . .Enjoy.

 

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115 Degrees

 

Beads of sweat

trickled down slow

between the perfumed citrus folds

of her beautiful round breasts

unbeknownst to the woman

innocently directing me to the nearest freeway

under a blazing sun of 115 degree weather;

and I almost envisioned myself on her

disguised as one of those perfect size atoms

of H2O evaporating into an open of a pore

uninvited, like rape after a date of kissing and no sex

only to proliferate in the end into a bead of virgin sweat.