This from Ants on the Melon by Virginia Hamilton Adair.
Now You Need Me
When the rains come
you remember
our old closeness
humping along
in the wet.
You grope the dark
where I hang
morosely
by my crooked neck.
You pull off my cover
shake me till my
ribs jiggle
and a moth flies out.
Your hand reaches under
my black skirt
and up one leg
thin as a cane
until I open wide
with a rusty squawk
hovering above you
like a dark and loving
raven, said the old
umbrella, her night
full of holes.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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love this poem! thanks, ann, for sharing.
Ants on the Log
You Made a Difference
When the Hunger called
you came
Your silky smoothness
Pale mounds
pulsing valley.
You thrust your bounty
where I sat
solemnly
weighing my fate.
I pulled you closer
cupped you till my
heat transferred
and liquid trickled down.
My hand reached under
your frosty lip
and traced your shape
cold as ice
until I warmed you
with a salivating smile
I consumed you
like a brutish and ravishing
lover, you fudge Banana
split, your head
full of nuts.
This is the PG rated version
The “R” rated, has much more tongue play.
You know, Alon, posting a poem here isn't some kind of "Celeberity Poetry Challenge!" that requires that you either parody it or try to top it. sometimes it's enough just to enjoy it. Really.
Sorry you feel threatened Ann by Alon's poem, but both great poems!
Both of you should stick to poetry. Had you both stuck to poetry we would have a less expensive sewer right now and perhaps property values would improve.
I hear you Ann, but I have down time on most Sunday mornings, and the random to me appearence is like a soduku or crossword in the sunday paper. (Decidedly non random on your side) thanks for the Muse.
Keepem coming!
Spectator sez:"Sorry you feel threatened Ann by Alon's poem, but both great poems!"
As usual, Spectator spectacularly gets it wrong. Not threatened at all. Always parodying or trying to out-poem a poem is a form of disrespect for the poem, not for me. And it's really not necessary all the time. Alon 'splained it as being a kind of down-time complusion, a "cross-word" puzzle challenge, perhaps. O.K. I get that, but. . .
spectator also sez:" Both of you should stick to poetry. Had you both stuck to poetry we would have a less expensive sewer right now and perhaps property values would improve."
Yep, spectacularly getting it wrong again. you're batting 100 today, aren't you. The sheer stupidity of your statement is astonishing, even for you.
...isn't amazing how many "don't get it" in Ann's eyes... Perhaps she could be in denial of opinions other than her own very biased view points...???
...UNBELIEVEABLE!!!
Mike just doesn't stop!!Keeps on using himself as a example of what's wrong with everyone else.
Simply amazing, the stupidity and arrogance of this person....and he's allowed out in public????
.....the poem was charming, Ann, too bad the comments weren't! It seems the folks have one track minds (ie "one-ups-manship, rude remarks,etc.)and fail to enjoy the finer things in life. Maybe they should be, to paraphrase, "shaken 'till their ribs jiggle"
Mike sez:"isn't amazing how many "don't get it" in Ann's eyes... Perhaps she could be in denial of opinions other than her own very biased view points...???"
sorry,Mike, wrong AGAIN. Lots of people reading and responding to this blog "get it." A few -- actually, a very few -- don't. And you're among those very few. I've wondered before if you've got a comprehension problem, or don't read carefully, perhaps dyslexic? ADD? ADH? something. You're so often sooooo off the mark, it's really interesting. Yes, I know, lots of time you're being deliberately nasty or silly, but even when it seems like you're trying to be straight, it's still off the mark. Like something's askew and simply not tracking.And it has nothing to do with disagreeing with a point of view, it's not really understanding the point in the first place then crashing off on unrelated tangets. It's entertaining, but distinctly off-base.
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