Thursday, September 10, 2015

Cocteau's Stone Bitches


image borrowed from pinterest.com


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:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOWZERS! Fantastic. I especially enjoyed "Beneath a poetic scrotum". And the cherubs who have become too fat to fly.

grapeling said...

hah! talk about rock hard... ~

brudberg said...

Ouch.. how clever. I think that's a poet dilemma in a nutshell (sic).. those angelic rocks can be a bitch..

hedgewitch said...

Slick work with the metaphor. Perhaps mere flesh can't handle what feels so at home raping rock.

Jim said...

We need to learn that lesson soon, granite is for looking only. Man and granite don't mix physically.
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Mama Zen said...

I love that killer close!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is great poetry, both in form and function.

Truedessa said...

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...

Susie Clevenger said...

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!

Gillena Cox said...

wow talk about self infliction dangerous actions!!! an intense write

much love...

Susan said...

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!

Hannah said...

Your reading is wonderful, Glenn...thank you and I love the making love without arms part especially! :)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I can cosign on this. Visceral imagery, just profane enough to hold my interest.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I can cosign on this. Visceral imagery, just profane enough to hold my interest.