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he embraced a whore

by Dawn Davidson

took her fat hope to bed
she, screamed herself thin

cat-eyed curiosity
causing seasons to revolt

sun and moon, played vital parts
orange bliss yearning for purple kiss

question mark insane!!

should have, should have
spanked a sinner

sorry, hope, i lost the vision

anyone who can quess the rhyme
gets to hold her, for a dime

dimly in a cornered chase
who you see is only myth

i saw tarzan on the street
i wanted him to,climb a tree

but he-man that he was
could only dream of the jungle,
again

trees tangled in the past
the ocean roar is a cosmic lull
hugging the shore

if your breath is short
beware, beware

the spirit of air
is moving in

what is left
is all there is

words are corrupted
by soundless verbs

quick, as kidnappers

quiet, as the passion of night

any one is welcomed
its a right, won from wrong

can you sing sad songs!!

the first test starts,
in early dawn.

01/06/1989

Author's Note: a bit of a ay, on the cerebral vs the tactile plains of existance...and that struggle, for us poets

Posted on 05/21/2011
Copyright © 2016 Dawn Davidson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/21/11 at 10:52 AM

...cerebral, tactile, and e v e r y t h i n g between. the note woke me up as to how to read it...great comparative write.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/29/12 at 07:34 AM

to answer the question posed in the next to last stanza, not only can I sing sad songs, but they are my only staple, the only kind that I will permit to tickle me on this trip. as usual, your work, provokes in me ceaseless patterns of off beat notions and commotions in the soul.

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