Messily Undressed

For a night we talked bullshit

admitted the falsity and scoffed.

of course we talked about

how we feel

 

Lost

 

Is a word that comes

inside secret parentheses

asides built of

fake-a-licious mirrors

 

They show us our silly faces

scared to see snake eyes

turned to stone by

the act of looking

 

The madness of wanting

 

Fear of castration

 

No reasonable understanding of sex

 

Talking is an act

about as ugly as any

since we're too stupidated

to realise

the power of undressing

our words

at least as well

as we undress

each other

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Hmm, I like that concept of undressing words very much. It seems right. Also like the idea of dressing them. I suppose such writing would be a highly formalised conceit. Ach, the undressing of words is as enjoyable as the undressing of bodies anon. I suppose we sense the one is likely to lead to the other.

[DrewBerry]

'fake-a-licious mirrors'
'the madness of wanting'
'the power of undressing our words'

you have a way with words Jim Bo; smiling for real (but you can't see than now can you?) Bummer.

[Sam]

"fake-a-licious", I am adding this to my vocabulary. I like the inclusion of Medusa too, she was fabulous.

[Emily B]

I'm giving you fair warning, Mr. James. Reviewers have been known to sort through my favorites looking for a word or two. I wouldn't be surprised if writers come reading.

Something about the title drew me in. I don't promise that at some point in the poems that my jaw didn't drop. I fear the review will never do the work justice. My best regards to you.