![]() Innamorati~or Girl As Italian Comedy of Immortal ErrorsA Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole![]() For Bard Constantine's Mind of the Immortal | Writing Contest | ~![]() If I told you god played his fiddle
during creation would you believe my
drunken revelry in swirls of milky way
skirts with spidersilk pleats entertaining inebriated applause of 13
angels around my javelin hip
drops; dare I tell you the seraphs
are revelers? I was there from the onset of the
applause the scream of wings meeting
against the spark of “Let there be Light!” as Gabriel swilled from the
collapsed center of a star asking “Why??! We love our dark, O
Lord!”; creation happens anyway I was a forethought a ticklish idea in god’s
white forelock he swept me from his halo tossed my molten unshape
into the fray of his sycophantic winged
things who fell like rain quickening my celestial mud jolly good hermaphrodites
with glory stains weaving my sacral nerves
like a cat’s cradle; “Immortal Innamorati!” they
named their toy well So then the eons of whorish
delights cast in human mold my center burning with the
star from god’s neuron what grand entertainment I
provided until god grew bored and the angels found other
playthings leaving me to a mortal,
human world Inside my skull is a world
no one can touch or understand my bones carry fluid with potential
to go either way I have been daughter, and
lover, and killer and knight a thousand uniform masks in
my cave dragging my days like an
old woman a bundle of sticks on her back grown more burdensome with
every ten thousand years; now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to bleed Inside a singular skull my soul batters at the
chain of bones, and skin as my life becomes more of a
Commedia dell'arte than a gift of the
immortals my operetta in soprano
pitch shattering my glass
demons from the inside out and I dare, I dare,
scream in my mad revelry for the original lover who made me in the
sound of “Let There Be Light” while angels
protested, for good reason; hey little fiddle,
Lillith’s got the sizzle and the bough broke
over the loom god jumped the gun, should
have made him a son on that too much
time on the hand kind of afternoon If I told you god played his fiddle
during creation it would be a hell of a sideways tilted Big Bang Theory No? Finis
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Added on July 28, 2011Last Updated on July 29, 2011 Tags: poetry, selene skye, bard constantine, immortal, contest Author![]() NoneOfYourBusiness 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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