Her 64th boyfriend

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By lavadis

Tue, 14 Jan 2014
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18 comments
 

I was her 64th boyfriend 
they came and went 
like heads of corn in a thresher 
terrifying in their insignificance 
so now she was keeping count 

She lived on 45 West 139th Street
In Harlem  
and slept with a loaded Webley 
Mark IV revolver 
under her pillow
she shared her home 
with a blind cat
called Fury Goddess of Vengeance  
which suffered from a highly contagious skin disorder 
and an albino rabbit 
with blue plastic wheels 
instead of hind legs

At 5.23am 
on our first morning together 
we listened to 
Chet Baker At the Forum
and lay in bed
chain smoking Winston Blue's
and eating re heated churros 
dipped in mucha-mucha spread 

Later we knelt on her bed 
staring through the frost monkeys
on the inside of her 
bedroom window
at the gang boys 
on the broad walk below 
strutting and preening like fireflies 

When we fucked 
it was frenzied 
our half filled cups of 
jagged Ethiopian coffee
jousting on her bedside table 
and afterwards she held my face between fingers 
which were twice her age 
and I watched the
megallanic clouds 
circle her eyes 
in a parabola 
of interstellar dust 

 

 

 

Certificate 18
Poem
Poetry
Fantasy

Comments

Submitted by scratch on

I've said it before, but that's never stopped me in the past...  Few can get away with writing in this way; this vocabulary and this wonderful concious reflective approach.  It borders on the self deprecation but is simultaneously totaly convincing.  I'm talking shite so I'll stop.

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Thank you so much Scratch.  I don't know where this one came from but I found myself missing her apartment without ever being there,

 

Submitted by Bee on

This is one I'll want to read again and again. Love it!

Bee

Submitted by lavadis on

That is incredibly kind of you Bee.

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Your language is blinding, blade sharp and startlingly original. An absolute pleasure to read over and over until laughter threatens to throttle you at that albino rabbit on blue wheels, then the power of the last stanza straightens your face up again sharply, leaving you love punched and dazed.

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Wow Vera - such an amazing comment. You are very very kind. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Wonderfully funny and somehow very liberating to the mind. 

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Thank you Jane - that is very kind

 

Submitted by blighters rock on

Back with a bang, and how! Your words dollop blotches on an already brutish painting, imparting the madness of sexual conquest through the mindset of a badly wired woman. Her insatiable appetite for lost sailors is a madness all its own. Made me think of all those ghostly one-night stands, two minds swirling over lightly dampened bedsheets. The free verse sings in this, your best in a long while, chuckling away quite madly as it goes. Effing scintillating.

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Wow Richard - that is like a poem in itself. I thought you might like it!

 

Submitted by celticman on

beautiful.

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Well thank you that means a huge amount coming from you for whom I have huge respect

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

This is a wild and impressive poem       Elsie

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

A fantastic piece which gripped me from the start. The first line magnificent and the entire poem superb.

 

Submitted by jolono on

Hi mate, hope you're well. This was a triumph of poetry madness. Exactly what I want from a Lavadis piece! Witty, intelligent, original, zany yet beautifully wonderful in its extremes.

Loved it.

 

Submitted by thanksforthepar... on

It's surreal but totally believable at the same time -perfect!

 

Submitted by Zuku on

Enchantingly vivid, fastitidiously strange in its details. Tell me, how long does it take you to write a poem like this (on average)?

Zuku

Submitted by lavadis on

Hi Zuku, that you very much. Every poem takes about 2 weeks.