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Words are drones stuck up in
dusty webs of meanings
forsaken by fuddled spiders.
words are cursed chameleons subpoenaed
for having swallowed c bugs
and flayed open to the fancy
of blindfolded goddess of law.
words oozed from peacock's quill
to colour their monochromic calligraphic fantasies
and danced on sandal bark
like chaste fragrant fairies
but ended up blackening public lavatories and urinal walls
crannied like a harridan's face
strip teasing gargantuan gigolos
and seasoned sluts with big busts.
words are both saints and shudras
apotheosized and ostracized
revered and fevered
too sacred to shun
too tabooed to touch.
words are hollow prostitutes
wiggling on white- scummed volatile tongues
that lick and fuck them and abort them
when they become pregnant
leaving them hollow
again.
don't you ask me to pen anything
you will find many a pimp
pandering for their brothels.
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I liked this poem, you shadow boxing with words. They can be infuriating when they don't come and terrifying when they misrepresent. I like the direct way you address your topics. I'll read more.
Right, thanx for forcing me to consult my dictionary. I always like it when a writer can challenge me with new words. Now besides the words you "pimp" so, the images of prositutes and writing on lavatory walls is effective and creative. Nice work. Looking forward to reading more from you...
