Sideways bent~

I lost my body in San Francisco

to a girl with red beryl eyes

her onyx claws playing a melody

against crystal pieces of my spine

she dipped in deep

with glossy mouth

to spread my blues in twain

while Dino crooned a jukebox song

to a killer's soft refrain

who's dusty jeans have known a road

crossed and multiplied

his aftershave a golden musk

his smile a sinner's pride

he scooped me from a wine glass

and took me for a ride

on his Harley made of human bones

deviltry implied

 

I lost my body in the desert

to man with a leather soul

his love a stain against my gown

his epic tales all told

"Write them kitty, write them well."

he droned so close in need

and bit the strapping  from my throat

to free me for the deed

of unfolding now the scroll of bones

from earth quaking in hard blood

sideways bent

a cruel ascent

unstoppable, this flood

that wells now from my open wounds

from my palms of liquid pain

for I left my soul in San Francisco

on a night of clear champagne

believing in a right and wrong

as every other fool

when in the end the tables turned

and sideways bent the rules

so now the beggar baby pleads

in lace

and heels

and lies

nothing here is as it seems

deep in the curved demise

 

 

 

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Reviews

[TAO]

Wait...wait... Comic Sans... Something about the font...is that an allusion of some sort? Maybe it's just me... First time I noticed when maybe it was used before? Disregard... Tired ramblings...

Well... Let me ask... Should I regale you with a weary review that will do nothing short of complimenting your work? Yes, I shall. You know what the problem with you is? You're TOO good.

on his Harley made of human bones
deviltry implied


For some reason, this took me back to an interview Nicholas Cage had with Craig Ferguson; mention of the Ghost Rider. Maybe it speaks to my morbid curiosity, this line in particular having stood out to me. I should wish that perhaps you would have drawn this out further, solely for the fact that I enjoyed readng it so much. At first, I had no clue what I was reading, so I had to read two more times just to make sure. Truth is, I'm still not sure, but I know what I think. Once again, Ms. Selene, very beautifully written piece, and truly nothing if not worth several readings from everyone who comes across your page.

[Remolyne Unknown]

wow!!!!!!!! again is all i can say. :)

[Undying Glory]

simply amazing work, just amazing. so vivid and surreal, and darkness tinged with hints of passion. just plain epic

[Fran Marie]

Write them kitty, write them well."
he droned so close in need
and bit the strapping from my throat
to free me for the deed

What a wonderful tale within this poem, reads like a fine tuned ballad
so many quotable lines in this, with rhyming and cadence spot on`
Excellent piece, indeed, very much enjoyed

[Maurice]

Amazing. Your writing never ceases to leave me spellbound.

[searchingpoet]

My blood quickens, my pupils dilate, my breathing deepens as I read this...

[Hellslastwarrior]

her onyx claws playing a melody
against crystal pieces of my spine
Could there be a more two awsume lines? LOL simple loved it, im not sure about everyone else who browsed through this indulgence but i myself thought the poem was simple yet beautiful. So many writers try to show so much in so less words so i loved this piece goood job with not been too vigorous that can be off putting sometimes in a writers work so im glad the poem was simple, inviting and beautiful.
I found the way you set it out to be read as a fast paced poem which i did read it fast paced and it added more thrills too it. I thought the way you showed two little stories within the poem was nice and lastly i loved the little rhyming couplets that happened sometimes really worked well and didnt seem forced.
Ted

[Pax Analog]

This poem readily rocks out as guitar-fueled song. Invites my own chordal conjurations and vocal howls, actually.

Beneath the lacerating lusty hell-ride one broods on the Queen of Pain.

so now the beggar baby pleads
in lace
and heels
and lies
nothing here is as it seems
deep in the curved demise

The whirlwind tour emanates the Void, both the existential blank generation, and epiphanous fullness of Buddha-Mind. No matter where you go, there you are.

Always a contemplative brooding fierce empathic hard-on war cry to read you.

[Bloodyfox]

wow all i can say

[Awdures]

I want a ride on a harley made of human bones, I think that would be so amazing! Where do your images come from? I wonder when I read your poetry what your dreams are like! And I thought mine were bizarre. Here you give us sublime sexiness and a floating of a heroine in helplessness. You knew I'd love it didn't you :)

[Travis Lawrence]

I enjoyed the use of form and rhyme here, mostly because I didn't expect it, and because you break your lines without regard to it. Powerful poem, as it always seems to be, coming from you.