OF COUGARS AND GODS

OF COUGARS AND GODS

A Poem by FlawedByDesign
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Collaboration with the one and only, Corey Rowley...Thanks for doing this bud.

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OF COUGARS AND GODS

She spoke to me in dance
of knives in her crimson hair,
stroking my desire, with
the flutter of razorblades
in her voracious eyes.
Her scent, musty and ripe,
like the smell of dead dreams,
telling of the sophistication
of her animal (cougar) years.


Song one God played on vinyl
A ditty He called Lust
Her cuts were not made deeply
But her blades were edged with rust
Song two God played Experience
Through a tinny megaphone
For years of making men from boys
By cutting to the bone


She laid my gaudy days to rest,
on a bed of shattered glass
and sat on their shoulders (playfully),
"It goes down better when it bleeds",
she said, cracking a sadistic smile.
Her burlesque fingers nailed me
to the ground, burning my skin
like the butt of a cigarette
her lips extinguish on mine.


The third a song of Reality
As she took me for a ride
The cuts turn to smoking stabs 
Wounds you cannot hide
God spins the fourth, the song of death
A tune they both adore
She trades the knives for a Samurai blade
My head rolls 'cross the floor


She cat-walked over the blood
stained carpet (nonchalant as always),
cut into my cranium and
kissed my eyes good night
while breathing lilies on my face.
Her hands, cold as summer snow,
burning the memory of me
onto her mantle; Corey on
my right, her third husband on the left.

 

© 2010 FlawedByDesign


Author's Note

FlawedByDesign
This is a surreal piece (my first). Thanks to Corey for going along :)

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Very nice...the singsong quality fashioned from disparate styles of two poets...
sensational imagery of one we love seen as a goddess with qualities thar are otherworldly...ho in our mind we subject ourselves to their every godly whim...like the male Praying Mantis that loves his queen as if there were no tomorrow because for him there IS NO TOMORROW...
I wonder if there would be divorce if we all loved that way...thought provoking...
Great poem...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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interesting chemistry between you two , almost seamless , well done

Posted 14 Years Ago


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A biting end and a beautifully written piece..

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on September 5, 2010
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Tags: poem, poetry, cougar, god, surreal, mature, experience, song

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FlawedByDesign
FlawedByDesign

Stratford, Ontario, Canada



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The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..

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