Babylon Tulip (Bitten & Rewritten)

(reaction time is shorter than an eye

blink head shot)

Babylon tulip sets flame to her pigtails
and runs through dry cornfields
like Sampson's fire fox.

(Armageddon snake tongue flickers tragic)

Babylon tulip
wallows in God’s teardrops,
slaughters her own petals,
stands naked and drenched

like an exotic dancer
wearing nothing but
combat boots and a gasmask;

her rifle pointed at the creamy
center of your sinner soul.

(cut rubble into cocaine lines on a universal
mirror superhighway)

Her unholy laughter
is a devil hymn
that rings as clear
as church bells,

and outstays its welcome
like a slower and sadder
Country-Western version
of herpes.

Author's Note

Never snow ski with wet hair.

Reviews

[OT]

woo intense!! brilliant metaphors and descriptions - brutal even in some instances - Babylon tulip
wallows in God’s teardrops,
slaughters her own petals,
stands naked and drenched

great imager, and I really like the ethereal nature to the poem - the ambiguity - plays on our feelings and thoughts!! nice!!!

[E.H. Monroe]

thats what the horseman look like..enough sex to waack to and enough bulltes to lay em all out

[roarke]

ok, I was just about ta criticize yer choice of strip joints biblical referrences, then...

"(cut rubble into cocaine lines on a universal
mirror superhighway)"

an' even better...

"and outstays its welcome
like a slower and sadder
Country-Western version
of herpes."

so I'll let ya slide on this one...just this once.
hahaha I think I've done a line dance to that deal there...

[Kerry O'Connor]

Oh yes, I love a slice of Dystopia. That Babylon tulip is an extraordinary image in a poem with an understated blend of violence and eroticism. Interesting writing.