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Response to a Perky Monday Morning Greeting
by Max BouilletI am the marionette
dangling over the campfire
of mischievous angels
camping on the ledge of oblivion
spitting at their gilded wings
that reek of God.
I am the deceiver
that licks promise and hope
from the lips of the naive.
I am the devourer of innocence.
I am the wings
of a thousand lies
flapping against
an unguarded soul.
I am the broken doll
with blistered hands
and crushed testicles
singing praises to Her name
and inching ever closer
to final satisfaction,
and yes,
I bite the hand that feeds me
only to beg forgiveness
so that I may
once again
sink my teeth
into incredulous flesh. 07/14/2003 Posted on 07/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/15/03 at 03:02 AM Hi Max,
Oh, you mean your not so perky Monday mornings? Now, now, let's be nice. Hee! Hee! A little on the growling side. Ouch. I little scarcy too. Hee! Hee! Ya must not have had your first cup of coffee, or tea. Hee! Hee! It will be alright.
Jean |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 07/15/03 at 04:13 AM Making note to self, stay away from Max on Mon AM. Test waters at other times. Carry bandages and pepperspray. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 07/15/03 at 12:21 PM Not a morning person, huh Max? |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/15/03 at 07:27 PM LOL! I've always hated Mondays, although revel in what interesting poetry can come out of them. A good reminder of what lies ahead next week as I come off of three weeks vacation. Thanks Max! :o) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 07/15/03 at 08:11 PM rrrreeooooowww! Lord have mercy, Max... you ain't no Monday kind of guy fo' sho'! |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/15/03 at 08:26 PM I'm, sadly, guilty of perky monday morning greatings. Sorry! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/26/03 at 05:46 PM and me arriving in the blurred expectation of a crude one-liner...i'm crushed!
:P
This would get me through admirably until Tuesday... |
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