Velvet Lament

You cling to your velvet c**k
Breed royal babies
Lay on weeds
and feed

Brain clouded
Sourly doubted
Spitting image

Father got a new belt
Sleek leather and silver smooth
One end for me, the other for you
Brain bruises, size of rose petals
I love it, don't you?

Crescent moon,
come swim with us
Travel to startling heights
and open the gates of plight
Gaze at the crucified,
laugh and maybe even take a souvenir

Fathers proud, look at him smile
We've reached the velvet hour
breathed God's breath
and existed among living dead 

Author's Note

Oh, I don't know what to think of this...It was a spur of the moment thing, what do you think of it?

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

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[Daniel Dougherty]

Hm...I don't know if this was your intent, but it felt to me like you were describing the role of women in society to be oppressed and basically accept all the s**t men give them. Your mentions of father, clinging to the, "velvet c**k" for the purpose of breeding 'royal babies' points to this. Your comments 'spitting image' and 'existed among the living dead' say to me that the character you speak has conformed to this role. Or I am looking in way too deep and it doesn't mean that at all. Oh well, it's hard-hitting, regardless.

[barbara k]

It's up to interpretation, I suppose.
Thank you for your comment, Mr. Doughtery (:

[ayele marie dalmeida]

This piece is really powerful and its nicely written . very nice :)