my lager eyes

my lager eyes marvel

                                      your silvery goosage

                                      with feathered intentions

                                    of maroon honey burn.

stab wiggly warmth with stalactite

ice spikes: impact,

                                impale,

        impure-de jour

                                   hooked lure

                                      bite!

                         the midnight sweat sheen

                 that mars Miss Heaven’s thigh.

invest,

            ingest,

kill all

          unrest.

smooth breasts still smile

       like jack-o-ladies flick-

           er;

                quicker until

                       mud light reigns.

             the pricks,

                                       the scars,

             the rattler star

                             will strike like savage godfist.

                      we 1/10^th doomed,

   7/10^ths blessed,

                      and, with cream-whipped hope

                                                 we’ve devoured the rest.

                     

Reviews

[freelancejouster]

this poem makes me hazy, wraps me in its nonsensical demenor and makes me feel safe until i feel its painful prodding. but i just can't seem to wiggle free. wonderfully descriptive. i liked it. a lot.

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is like a head-butt upside the head. Deep, pressing yet smooth, laconic. This is a walk through the world that Hunter S. Thompson would smile at.

[roarke]

I'm not sure if your talking about jack the ripper, the french revolution or the good humor ice cream man....... but those scrumptious words are so tantalizing.

.... and then, why not write about those things thusly?

good stuff.