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Saturday Night Down at the Electric Cowboy Bar & Grill
by Alex SmythOR: You Knew it Was a Jungle When You Entered
The predator materializes from the jungle surroundings.
Suddenly upon you,
You sense rather than see
The massive muscles as they glide
Beneath the glistening skin.
The eyes so incredibly intense they glow.
(But glow with what?)
As the form rises,
You roll back your head to
Offer your throat to
The encompassing heat of
The moist/sweet breath~
Warm lips connect to flesh
In a thrilling… eternal… nanosecond…
And so the predator
Consumes the will of the victim.
05/25/2003 Author's Note: Reading an article about the increase in reported Tiger attacks in India, I was struck at the intimate terms the victims used to describe the sensation of being mauled. In comtemplating preditors, I wonder if a person could decrease their chance of harmful contact with the human variety by traveling in pairs and avoiding their habitat, especially at feeding times.*****For an especially well crafted snapshot click on this link for :At the Bar: by Agnes Eva*****
Posted on 05/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Alex Smyth
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/26/03 at 07:19 AM i love the double meaning of this, you really maximize your title's significance for one thing, and the poem really gives such a rawness and brutality to the common bar scene. very flattered for the ref to my poem too :) |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/26/03 at 08:03 AM a bit sensual i think. lol. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/26/03 at 11:02 AM you described it perfectly, that scene and in the appropriate metaphors. Nice work. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/26/03 at 05:14 PM wonderful ! I never thought of a tiger though! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 05/27/03 at 01:29 PM incredible imagery... very raw and powerful. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/28/03 at 01:08 AM Pungent with the acrid atmosphere of the bar and grill. The last lines a jolt, for a moment I thought I was reading about "Jaws". LOL! |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/28/03 at 04:50 AM Your SENSING sounds very acute. SENSING something out of a second hand experience is unique. The eyes invariably glow with life because 'survival' is the basic human urge. The very urge, seeing it on the other dimension too is this basic urge, serving the purpose of nature, unless we block it.This experience is first hand, no doubt, ' In a thrilling… eternal… nanosecond…' |
| Posted by Lacy D Phillips on 05/28/03 at 05:28 AM Yeah, name me a person that has sweet breath at a bar and I'll marry him! But I kid. I love little vignettes of life like this, especially when they're this well done. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 05/29/03 at 01:58 PM Primal poetry, Alex. I love your style, the way you take it to the limit, and beyond. Peace... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/14/03 at 03:46 PM I guess it would be in poor taste to say this piece was delicious... but I will let it stand anyway. Great poem with a memorable subject. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/16/03 at 05:43 AM I agree with Rommel, hehehehe |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/10/05 at 01:04 PM a second visit to this sensuality was forthcoming and in review, I must say, you've made quite an impression, as any tiger ( and your tiger, I might add burns as bright as Blake's )in the wild would of any supposed man and civilized. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/10/14 at 04:45 PM It was funny to realize my first impression was of a vampire, as we are immersed in that culture at the moment, and then to find it about tigers made me appreciate the "massive muscles" properly and dive into the jungle scene. Congrats on POTD! |
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