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Cocteau’s Stone Bitches
“The poet doesn’t invent--he listens.”
--Jean Cocteau.
Audacity trumps pomposity
when a poet dives
headlong & naked into the steaming crotch
of a stone(d) diva,
who flirts with marble eyes,
making love without arms.
Onyx bitches are always hard
on the tender flesh folds
beneath a poetic scrotum;
yet lusty poets poke stone with phallic fervor,
hurting themselves
while demonstrating their devotion,
suckling granite breasts
like berserk cherubs
who have become
too fat to fly
because the rich rock milk
caused their fucking wings to fall off.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over on Real Toads
80 words exactly for Mama Zen, writing to Cocteau's silent film THE BLOOD OF A POET.
14 comments:
WOWZERS! Fantastic. I especially enjoyed "Beneath a poetic scrotum". And the cherubs who have become too fat to fly.
hah! talk about rock hard... ~
Ouch.. how clever. I think that's a poet dilemma in a nutshell (sic).. those angelic rocks can be a bitch..
Slick work with the metaphor. Perhaps mere flesh can't handle what feels so at home raping rock.
We need to learn that lesson soon, granite is for looking only. Man and granite don't mix physically.
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I love that killer close!
This is great poetry, both in form and function.
making love without arms - causing wings to fall off...how can a poet fly without wings...I think they would just dive into the concrete world around them. Flirting with marble eyes...as the poet is seduced by rock art...
Oh, I love this!"Onyx bitches are always hard on tender flesh folds beneath a poetic scrotum; " I also love hearing you read it. Great stuff!
wow talk about self infliction dangerous actions!!! an intense write
much love...
Too bad about the cherubs. But, really, if poets keep making women of stone, they deserve what they get. Splendidly rich poem and fun to argue with!
Your reading is wonderful, Glenn...thank you and I love the making love without arms part especially! :)
I can cosign on this. Visceral imagery, just profane enough to hold my interest.
I can cosign on this. Visceral imagery, just profane enough to hold my interest.
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