Didi Menendez has put out a call in cafecafe (link in my right column) for poems about the making of Eve....
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Spewed out of God's Sixth Day WIDE
open post utero mouth, these zygotes,
twin embryos, now grown, one buried
inside the other, tumblefall into Eden.
History's first birth defect.
That story about the rib?
History's first cover-up.
Nixon, listen up.
God's buds did it, too!
No woman to ride side saddle
for long, Eve sharpens overgrown
nails, aliens her way free
through Adam's wimpy chest.
She flirts with the serpent,
finishes off the apple and tosses
Adam the worm and the core.
Original sin. What fun, she trills.
With a shake of her fuck-me frizzled
hair and one hand lifting an,
as yet uncarressed breast, she takes up
with a horny caveman. Their two dozen
mix-breeded children scope uncountable
later debates about Origins,
birth control, and the true
author of the Kama Sutra.
(c)2005
3 comments:
You already know how much I like this one - a fine testament to woman-power that should have every mere male shivering in his shoes. In your very best crazy-crazy style, when you seem to toss words to the wind then just catch them anyhow, get them down on the page; the annoying thing is, it all makes such sense when you've done.
If Kerouac's Dean Moriarty had been a poet, this is how he would have written! G.
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Thanks. And don't worry. I'll tell Eve's female descendants that you're a friend and they won't pick on you!:-)
I enjoyed writing this one. The way poetry should be done--with joy.
Thanks, Micheal. You know how much your comments mean to me.
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