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.

[JC]

we should all be so lucky to live in the surrealistic mind of Selene for just a moment to know true mad artistry...the metaphors, descriptions you use show that you have a more profound sight and feeling for the world, the universe melds and twists and comes together in your mind creating something you just dont read but taste and feel..absorb...

[Bard Constantine]

I am impressed by the melodic flow of this piece... the trend now seems to be to steer away from rhyming poem, so it's refreshing to read a piece that not only rhymes, but flows perfectly. As far as the imagery... as always you are the sorceress of word dreaming. Clever and mesmerizing...

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Selene..as i have said before i always do find it difficult to connect with your theme,despite the fact that i love your style and much admire your precision and skill with words.
I like the lines,her onyx claws playing a melody

against crystal pieces of my spine

she dipped in deep

with glossy mouth..particularly onyx claws.
Also,I lost my body in the desert

to man with a leather soul

his love a stain against my gown..love being a stain against the gown.
There are other phrases which are absolutely beautiful,delicious like 'palms of liquid pain' and 'deep in curved demise'

[RTB]

that was cool it was like you had met the ghost rider hahaha but really it was an intrueging poem!

[Kimber L]

Selene - your writing is beautiful. Your imagery is amazing. Your writing takes me to another place. I love it. :)

[C]

Kitten what can I say but well done? I could close my eyes and just "see" a man with a leather soul.

As always, your imagery swirling in my head leaves me breathless. xo

[StacyPerry]

Dug what you wrote. Interested in seeing more actually, drop me more to read, please.

[Jonathan Ballam]

Demise, deed, soul and fool are my only problem words in this poem.

The first two are words born out of the Victorian era (perhaps even earlier). Quite honestly I think they're outdated. The reason being is they aren't specific enough. If you were to look up demise in a thesaurus for example, would the definitions and alternatives make you feel the same way about the word.

The second two words (i.e. soul and fool), say too much with a single word. I personally don't refer to people as fools, and if I were to hear the word I'd probably have to being listening to someone's fiery sermon. Soul is more of a borderline word. I'm guilty of using this word myself, and the danger is it can lead to a sentimental attachment to the image (or paragraph) it belongs to.

The best method I use to tell if something is outdated, is the simple question "Would I use this word in a sentence in my daily life?" If the answer is no...then perhaps we're focusing too much on the ideas and romance, rather than the meaning and accurate choice of words?

Just a few passing thoughts ;)

[Gracie-San]

Oh, wow, this was a great story that you told here complete with imagery, emotion, and a beautiful hauntingly feel to it.

In other words it was magnificent!

[Celestial Being]

another masterpiece in terms of superb imagery and a spectacular flow ... picturesque ... a brilliant write.