SHAVING DAY

06 21 11

The ears of the fool put airs
on the matter-of-fact intimation
of a parent vacation celebration
dolling it up to a citizenship
induction invitation

He went feeling equal absorbed embraced
He prepped by feeling himself
for the practice he knew he'd require
as stated by medium angels
timely appearing to bless his albino chest
and shed its sad hairs
sporadic and curly
and spray it with happening blades
of aromatic guarantees

He went with gold in his jaws
and returned with blood on his arms
He walked in Augustus
and walked out a Caesar
bloody as day twenty-something
and bitter as an impotent sailor
The fool went straight with a cleric's hope
and returned to repent until he bled soap

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

I am the looming raven, the harbinger of doom... you, you tasty morsel will not escape my cruel talons nor my vicious beak! Crawl, as quickly as you may, across this bleak concrete profile of ragged mental spew. The stench of your flaccid shriveled corpse awaits you where my pointed barbs intersect this interlude of your being. Hmmm, (chew, slobber, chew...) tastes like... chicken? :)

[kublakhan27]

LOL I don't think I have a counter for that except "You know, that IS basically how I felt when I wrote it" :P There is a lot of chicken in this piece, I can say that much...

[Priscilla Sayers]

Wow! That was so powerful my friend! I love the way you moved me through the poem, almost like a tango, dark, entangling....Love it!

[kublakhan27]

Haha that's awesome, cuz that's exactly the response I was hoping to generate...thanks Priscilla :D

[Priscilla Sayers]

Good! So we agree:) hee hee

[kublakhan27]

:D