Seed Vicious~

~ from a free form impromptu poetry slam last night~

U taught me to crawl

how to take a kick

to take it like a brand new kick

a drug

unplug

 with a bullet

ecstasy

spreading blue

a sky ripped in two

déjà vu

girl come undone

reloading love

trigger happy

on all fours

chin dip to the floor

smoky eyes

 uncanny cry

hustle

alibi

wrist deep in his wine

he bubbles music

pursed lips

blood kiss

white teeth

she kneels across his jerking knee

die happy

snap your fingers

snappy

dresser

Limelight

evanesce

with the best

of the monsters

in leather

“TELL HER!”

what you’ve done

what you want

how you want it

in love from above

or from under

a gun

jammed in your spine

jamming

the red room

a bed

pulse

a light

u taught me to crawl

how to get the most drink from skin

drink it  til the body arches back in bliss

just like a kick

u taught me how to take it

rewind it

unscale it

I scale it

claws

pause

in your pulse

between the bones of your hips

your eyes

I love that look!

feeding the bliss to the pain

the death

to the rain

outside

wash away my purity

down a storm gutter

I ain’t this

or that

just another

other

being a little mother

doesn’t make me less

of a killer

just a discerning sinner

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~the title is of course a play on Sid Vicious as I was imaging him back at CBGB's where we saw him several times before he liberated Nancy of her life~and no I'm not that old~ I had a bad babysitter who thought it was more than appropriate to drag a nine year old to the Village to CB's and the Cat Club as often as possible~ she called it cultural diversity ~ lol~ I did love my Kat thought she really knew how to give a kid freshly transplanted from communist eastern europe to America serious culture shock~ ;)~

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Now there's the Sultry Selene I know so well. Dripping me down the pages of sensual affliiction with the accompaniment of Sid Vicious's guitar. My god his was just as bizarre and erotic as he was talented, especially once his affinity, Nancy came into the picture. Such a strange and yet common love they had.

I'm getting off the subject. Beautiful work, Selene, as always.

[Kesha]

This is such a captivating poem! I really enjoyed reading this!! :)

[deeps]

Such a wonderful write here. I enjoyed this.

[Michael X]

wow, you sculpt words into works of art, I love the way the play on sesnual
cultural perspective becomes the marble, and the imagery and lively detail
is every curve that embodies a classical masterpiece to ponder,
is how yor words strike me Selene, just absolutely fun and passionate reading
in abstracts and diversity, pure bliss

[Crowley]

Great tribute and the authors not is a book begging to be written. You always do justice to the word and to my mind...nice work Selene....I loved it.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

Don't forget asia...we have that same problem here..drugs, alcohols, family abusive..anything negative...this poem was strong...stronger than mine recently...
I'm impressed...really impressed...The flow was hard and show the violence of culture nowadays...

[Amy Bumpas]

There you go..taking us down, never to be found
again...lost in your words:)).

There are some nice lines in this:
a sky ripped in two
déjà vu
girl come undone
reloading love
trigger happy
on all fours
chin dip to the floor
wrist deep in his wine
he bubbles music
pursed lips
blood kiss
white teeth
she kneels across his jerking knee
die happy
what you’ve done
what you want
how you want it
in love from above
or from under
u taught me to crawl
how to get the most drink from skin
drink it til the body arches back in bliss
We are all of these: a discerning sinner..

[Vanna Renee]

"feeding the bliss to the pain

the death

to the rain

outside

wash away my purity

down a storm gutter"
This was lovely Selene,,
Keep up the amazing work.
I love the picture you added for this writing.
very very interesting.
Fast yet long and smooth

[Lachenille Papillion]

The Sex Pistols, though iconic in their reign as Punk Rock's best, has left us this legacy of twisted love and lethal adoration. I remember reading the book about Sid and Nancy, and crying for days. In ways I couldn't ever begin to express, this poetic rocks the hollowed ground within which so many restless souls lie eternally. As only you can, Selene, this piece takes the somber and sobriety to a heightened level of awareness with a pop-rhythm rawness that slams the truth hard to the core, sensational and provocative, and leaving the reader asking for more...

[nono]

OH I LOVE THIS. FANTASTIC. You pulled me in that's for sure. Amazing job. Going in my favorites!

[David W Moore III]

Ahhh, the machinegun surrealist! I think I'm hit. I wish I could rip them out as effortlessly as you do. It makes my head swim. BTW, I think I like the moniker, The Machinegun Surrealist, it has a ring, no?
Another stellar piece and impromptu off your cuff so to speak, no less.
You are amazing.