January 18, 2011

• New Poem

  So while I was on the mend from my surgery, a very dear friend and muse gave me a poetry challenge to write a poem in the style of a famous 20th Century poet. Read it and take a guess. I may not succeed in having emulated their style (we’ll see by the total number of correct guesses I get) but I am pleased with the result nonetheless.

  Now, without any further adieu…

  What a Tale

  A happy woman does not tangle the sheets
  but the undeniable twist of cotton
  encircles the breasts with 900 counts
  a gasp as the body changes position
  encircles the neck with covered eyes
  a gasp as the body changes position
  encircles and cups the apex of thighs
  a gasp a gasp a gasp followed by a cry

  A happy woman does not tangle the sheets
  wasn’t there a cry for happiness?
  wasn’t there a story repeated in the mind
  some cock and bull story about true love?
  wasn’t there a pragmatic logic behind
  the rational rabid love-making
  before the torso was encased
  in 900 count Egyptian cotton?

  A happy woman does not tangle the sheets
  still stuck in a web of weaved cotton
  repeating in the low hushed mumble
  what an entangled web was weaved
  and oh, what a tale of cock and bull
  cock and bull, cock and bullshit
  and oh, wasn’t it a happy time
  as the cotton web weaves, deceives,

  and finally leaves.

  • 10:53 pm
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