Straw Poets~

she smiles and plucks him like a harp
peels him like an orange with her white teeth
a hyacinth poetic pulse sliding her throat
perfume rhymes in her veins
an aromatic haiku in her wink
needle diamonds

sharp tipped silver sliver
between her fingertips
she has chosen a deep canary yellow
to sew his skin back on
a dreaming poet tattooed with glistening silk
on the inside of his wrist
filled with straw

 

she pulls his sinew like five point thorns with  little fingertips
plays them like the strings of a violin
a lunar orbit fallen to a teal wall displaying a velvet painting of Jesus
or maybe it was Elvis in the cloudy margarita
above barstools
reserved for dead poets
swimming animate poet skins

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Pax Analog]

This poem leaves me w/a sense of a highly sophisticated version of Attack of the Puppet People.

Such patented voodoo surreality should have further effects. Perhaps armed w/bow and lyre an army of Selene-ized straw poets could invade innumerable bars throughout the land, puncturing unsuspecting barstool habitues' ankles w/a potion designed to dissolve convenient categorizations in the brains of dedicated imbibers.

Aggregated, society would thus be injected w/medicinal mercurialness, catalyzing transformation in the arteries of citi-zenry, inaugurating the reign of the marvelous.

[Khitii Lae-Ahn]

beautiful and surreal...queen of puppeteers...twisting and pulling the strings of her more than willing marionette...turning audience into covetous wolves...longing to take the place of her slave

[Victor]

A concise concentration of good language and imagery. Some lines remind me a little of mina loy.

[Brad]

this was absolutely amazing, a new favorite for my selene shrine

[Crow]

Mezmerizingly beautiful.

[Art Sun]

Nice work Selene...poets give us so much to crave for...to place us within that creative atmosphere where we escape...

nice...

[David W Moore III]

I have to say that the pulls his sinew and plays them like strings of a violin made me shudder a bit. For some reason it sent electricity up my arms. love the rhymes and haiku in her veins (can I say that's poetic? or does that say the same thing on two levels?) Elvis? Jesus? Aren't they almost equivalent (okay, please don't start the religion wars here, in iconography in this country, it is an unfortunate statement that they are almost as important, and both come on black velvet)

[Matthew Kult]

As always, excellent.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

And if he only had a brain to comprehend what her poetic words were doing for him. Flows like winds kissing oceanic ripples. These words caress my scalp with such a gentle touch. For my straw to be plucked by the mouth that emits such thoughts, I am not worthy. Truly grandiloquent, as always, my love.

[Ashley]

i really like this beautiful poem.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

While reading your work, I'm always left with the feeling of one who peers through the blinds. While I am seeing, the view is very myopic --- horizontal glimpses of some visionary wonder, not fully seen. If I could just roll up the blinds all the way, I think I would be blinded by your brilliance. I think you are more luminous than you know, but you seem to find comfort in the clouds.