Image borrowed from BingDo not pretend ignorance.
You too have noticed them, in
those short tight skirts,
those low-cut cleavage heaving blouses,
those stiletto heels and thin ankle straps,
those golden bare-midriff chains,
those black push-up bras, with
those cherry-red kiss-me lips,
those try-me-sometime looks--
seriously, what the hell can real men do
when confronted with this musky, lusty scent,
this tsunami of euphoria,
this total rush of super-charged pheromones?
There simply can never be enough
ice cold showers to fully extinguish
all those flames.
It probably started in the garden
when Adam’s Rib became
the primary Claymate,
part receptacle, part succubus--
kissing reptiles, biting fruit,
pissing off the Land Lord,
culminating in a hasty exit
Eden right, followed immediately
by the gnawing need to procreate,
to co-create the rest of us;
becoming the greatest melodrama
ever told, given credibility and testament
every time another temptress
emerges from her chrysalis,
stretches her beautiful soft wings,
shakes her tight butt
and takes flight--forcing
men to reach for their nets.
Glenn Buttkus
December 2010
Listed as #15 over on Magpie Tales 46
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21 comments:
Ooo...I really like "tsunami of euphoria".
Me thinks you've been hanging around the mall a tad too much this holiday season, people watching.
Very cleverly worked, but you'll have the feminists after you! Have you come across the anti-feminist book "The Manipulated Man"? (Esther Villar, I think.) It's a short, prose version of your poem. You're a realist, sir, where all too many crazy feminists are not. We are human first, with our gender second.
A dramatic picture that may well trigger off the battle of the sexes.
Primary Claymate -- good!
Soft leather gloves, what every butterfly breasted woman needs to complete her look. Great Magpie!
Interesting take on those soft leather gloves... leading to the age-old war of the femenist vs. the true, animalistic response to something so out there so often.
I'm up with Lucy here, and HEY! I've read the book she refers to. It's central theme is "All that women really want from life is some new leather thigh-boots, aubergine color. And some idiot male slobbering over her butterfly-breasts, is going to buy them for her." It's a horrid read, Glen! (The book, I mean) I'd stick to the poetry if I were you - or Germaine Greer.
Glenn,
I fully respect a woman's right to be evaluated on grounds other than biological.
But when 'boots are on the ground', biology can't be ignored.
I don't believe in cold showers.
But I do believe in Selma Hayek.
Trulyfool
And where do the gloves go? Isn't it amazing what response a simple pair of leather gloves can garner? Well done.
Heaven help you if Ada chances upon this! You may be soundly beaten about the head with HER leather gloves - possibly of the boxing variety! :)
impressed by your courage and humor.
smiles...this is surely a very visual write..and when spring comes, the skirts get even shorter...i like how you play this back to eden...i mean they were naked but with the fall everything changed..
I can't miss them. I live at a beach. They say women really dress to impress other women. I think that might not be true as I see how those "style" affect you.
Wonderful exploration through images of the delicious looks of temptation. Well done and thank you.
i dont know what you are talking about...i dont look at that anymore...smiles...but your visuals are rather enticing you know...ah spring is coming, then summer and the beach...and i go for the waves personally but...smiles.
great to see you man...
Fantastic visuals... sadly I have an urge to find a huge sweatshirt to swallow me up now. Tsunami of euphoria is fantastic. So, I take it you are a leg man, huh?
Wonderful work.
Besides being a big fan of the subject matter myself, I thought your wordplay with "when Adam’s Rib became / the primary Claymate" was witty.
Now this is blindingly visual, Glenn.
Primary Claymate..love that...such a lovely poem of enticement :)
Very brave of you to post the image. There must have been a strong chance that the males among us would not get past it to the verse.
I love this piece. Truth spoken with such a descriptive tongue in the first stanza then an explanation as to why in the second. I love fairy tales, mythical creatures and the inclusion of the succubus here was such a nice touch. Very strong piece. Thanks
You spake the truth, and it was, is, and always shall be so!
Among many, I found these lines intriguing:
part receptacle, part succubus--
kissing reptiles, biting fruit,
pissing off the Land Lord,
The receptacle part reminded me of something by Plath... do you like Plath, Glenn?
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