SLUMBER PARTY SCANDAL 4
fragments of girls, fragments of romantic disasters
…with my Crepe Georgette and just the tiniest dab of lip gloss,
i could almost be an ingénue again. with my smallest
meat cleaver, just the tiniest trace of blade gleaming
underneath my ruffling…I don’t have my concealed carry license, but
…take me swing dancing…
…his kiss was like…
a tiny electrode on the wrist
…making me do things…
…her kiss was like…
a force feeding of candy rings
…she was cradling a hornet in her pink hoodie,
en route to…
…burned a hole in my lemon pocket, my favorite
Stewardess Dress. now my fingers are sooty sea urchins,
wiggling, looking for something to wrap around…
…(and so seasick)…
…something to smoke down…
…something to cut off…
is a different color now…
…what would happen if i snipped
the sides of this enclosure?...
…and then the cold eel feeling brushing up against me,
not even electric anymore…
SNAKE IN A CAN GAG
1. Oh Darlingtonia, secrete your nectar for me. Oh lewd mucilage.
Oh fleshy funnel cake. Your nectar bribe is laced with poison.
Your forked tongue leaf is purplish-green and beckons me
to dip another finger into your translucent false exit.
2. I wanted to stick my hand down the garbage disposal.
Right before the roller coaster plummeted downhill, I wanted to
grab the scaffolding. I wanted to snap necks, cut veins, throw poison
darts inappropriately. Desire is sometimes rooted in sick compulsion.
Desire is sometimes strangled by twisted consumption. I wanted
to give you something different. Serve you up mangled flesh.
3. I dispatched my rabid flock of killer carrier pigeons post-haste.
“Bring me back his gonads, girls!” said I
& so they did, compressed into their little silver leg vials.
When I took off the lids, the harvested penis sprang out
like the snake in a can gag. “That gives mixed nuts a new meaning,”
I laughed to my exotic flock of carrion pigeons. They advanced.
4. They may occasionally catch small vertebrates such as rats and lizards
& bestow in bite-size pieces upon my porch or under my pillow.
They can seal the lobes hermetically and form a specialized
stomach. Sometimes I think of my special birds as each made up
of a central ovary and two wings on either side.
apocryphaltext Vol. 3
Juliet Cook’s poetry has appeared in Diode, Diagram, Octopus, Robot Melon, SIR!, WOMB and many other fine online and print sources. She is the editor of Blood Pudding Press. She is the author of numerous quirky little chapbooks, most recently including ‘Gingerbread Girl’ (Trainwreck Press), MONDO CRAMPO (coming soon from the dusie kollektiv 3) and PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR (coming in 2009 from Spooky Girlfriend Press). Her first full-length poetry collection, ‘Horrific Confection’ was recently published by BlazeVOX. For more Juliet information, please feel free to visit her website : www.JulietCook.weebly.com
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