Magik Carpet Ride~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleThere was an angel in a pleat of her memory like glass where an unborn child wove songs out of wheat and barley grass and paradise curled outward from inward moments lost and the seraph bent to mouth words of opal and of frost She was gifted with the spinning of a vermillion blossom's loom and seashells from the sea where the dolphins dig their tombs from a fairy tale caught spinning crystal spider eyes where people are like birds but still they cannot fly She stalked mirages on the edge of parchments etched with bliss and though she hungered for so much she passed it all up with a hiss and opened up a crystal ball with her lips upon his brow to shake up every night with blessing with which to bind him to his vow Her little hands pulled ribbons through the porcelain and jade with which he'd made the doll for her hoping she would play but her earth beats crushed the tiny head with volatile ire and she tossed it with his gift of pearls into the dragon's mouth of fire ~When you stroke your velvet antlers up against my curves and hollows I surrender every edge of me, the pain, the bruising and the sorrow when you give me tears instead of blood I don't know what to do for I'm ravenous and bent and get off on different hues~ She walked the children past the smoke into shapes no gods would dare of beauteous sounds in halls of glass where beasts lay golden and engraved she disassembled and she scattered all the cells that made them whole and drank them down like crimson wine on a sigh in afterglow She created with her mouth and sculpted with her hands her hips like sinuous fortunes in a love line crossing lands they crawled out of the laughter, feeding on her ache every one of them a mad one winged in fallen hate She disassembled and she scattered little rivulets of cells and licked them from her golden mouth, a flick of organelles she bathed in every afterlife and in the fountain of the youth filling up her hollow core with wine and bread and fruit She gave up sex only for angels and kissed their brow with lies her beauty so distracting as the world beneath them sighed moving to the sound of wings rushing up her mounds spilling through her diamond pores until mankind paused, unwound ~When I dress you up in songs and you see the lion on my psalm will you understand then what I am and wish that you'd been wrong will you cry against my shoulders as I tear through all of man whispering against your lips that like all of them, you're damned~ And so the story ended and the blood curtain came down the kitty kat she curtsied and the jeweled man grinned and bowed and hand in hand they turned from this audience of pain and rode off on a carpet of gold and red brocade rode off into a sunset the color of a god who forgot his little tin men and his women bound in lies and the moral of this story is immoral as the life that he and she and you waste on this magik carpet ride © 2010 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleFeatured Review
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Added on August 4, 2010Last Updated on September 17, 2010 Tags: poetry, life, happenstance, karmic meals, surreal, world bends, victoriaselene skye deme, from the gutter to the jewel in AuthorNoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPoleAsIf, Trippy Cottontail, JapanAboutVictoriaSelene Skye Deme Author of. . . . ~CrowWoman & MudGirl~ ~Eve's Rib~Jezebel's Hips~ ~The Raspberry Girl~ ~Girls With red Hair On Cherry Cadillacs With Bushido Swords~ ~From The Gutte.. more..Writing
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