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the Titanic wouldn't have sank if it had a buffet

by Nanette Bellman

cunts covered with rose petals like springtime,
since vinegar isn't anyone's favorite scent,
are served on silver platters at a buffet table.

all prim and proper, pretty panties don't rise up
or down for that matter.

t-minus 30 seconds till awkward hand placements.
you know, the virginal maiden voyage that is about to begin.

breathe or hyperventilate into a cupped hand,
whichever comes first and fastest,
to make sure the smell of your breath is satisfactory.
pray to some higher being that if it's not,
champagne broken from the bottle against the hull
will make the perfect disguise, even if you just taste of lust.

shove off. splash down. heave ho.

starboard bow. starboard bow.
make the starboard bow and break.
claw and scratch. waves and crash.

because we're all sick and we're all nervous
every first time we set sail, again and again.

12/07/2009

Posted on 12/07/2009
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 12/07/09 at 09:35 AM

So this whole poem is phenomenal, but I wanted to point out that you got me to laugh with "whichever comes first and fastest."

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 12/08/09 at 11:52 AM

Whoa! This is too good. Reminds me of the old days but better :). Lets collab.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 12/08/09 at 06:47 PM

oh how familiar this feels... great piece.

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