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by Chris Sorrenti

the images walk in from all directions
as if some unseen entity knows me too well
sending what I need to keep the antsy away
exporting my hunger to the outside

newspapers - magazines - television - Internet
like a lunatic I rush to gather the bounty
my proverbial cup never having enough room
hypnotized by their shape and colour
I cut them out with x-acto, electronics
then rarely look at them again
confident he’s got more on the way

but the best come from reality
those I’ve no choice but to save in my mind
in the dead of Winter, I dream of Spring and Summer
when a different season reigns supreme
at the supermarket, on the bus to work
their owners unknowingly putting them on display

the face is important, the key to the rest
I’m sure most men would agree
their eyes travelling down to drool over bust or loin
but my favorite anatomy lies furthest south
preferably clean out of the shower
and as for my friend, I’ve yet to determine
whether he’s an angel or a demon

© 1998

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Author's Note: Published in The Ontario Poetry Society (T.O.P.S.) chap book Verse Afire Vol. 3 No. 2 May to August 2007, Toronto, ON. I.B. Iskov Editor/Publisher ISSN 1715-0280

Posted on 05/15/2009
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/15/09 at 02:00 AM

Nice final touch. But even without it, this is still wildly original storytelling and verse on your part. For some reason, this brings to mind the best monolouges from The Twilight Zone. Brilliant write, sir.

Posted by Kris Mara on 05/15/09 at 12:13 PM

oh my, you draw me into this one...and I'm not even all that fond of feet :) You tell it like no one else could -- and I've been wondering where you've been, so it's really great to read you this morning.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/15/09 at 06:43 PM

Naughty fun on the fringes....yes, well done, and honest for the rest of us , if we will admit, too! Thanks.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/16/09 at 12:36 AM

So well written that "explicit" seems unnecessary. (I am a "leg" man myself. My wife had an exceptionally beautiful pair of legs I must say!)

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/17/09 at 07:53 PM

g r i n n i n g @ y o u !

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/17/09 at 08:20 PM

hehehehehe - I must check my nail polish immediately.... Thanks for this!

Posted by Maria Massarella on 05/17/09 at 11:52 PM

You depict for wandering eyes the wonder of walking thoughts, images and more...Grazie*m.a

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/18/09 at 06:51 PM

Makes me want to run out and get a pedicure, now that is true bliss. smh

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/21/09 at 12:10 PM

Why, I think you just played footsie with us Chris..and did it deliciously..:0

Posted by Mara Meade on 05/24/09 at 04:47 AM

Oh, what a delightful chuckle this one is!

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