footprints

 

 

 

Poems are the drag queens of our kind.

They aren't girls but they refer to each other as such.

These aren't mountains, meadows,

love affairs,

unattainable snow caps

made up for night.

No lipstick you can

wipe away with Neutrogena and dew.

These are the champion

of those things.

Now, have I convinced you yet to

stay clear of poetry,

to not come near it with a ten foot pole?

For these are the hides

of an untamed beast

that with the sharpest of

pathological switch blades

 

WILL KILL.

Reviews

[deleted]

Very deep poetry. Thanks for sharing:)

[JC]

oh hell yea...you know the gritty back alleys that are the words poets use to smashtheir heads against the wall or get what they desire or to spread madness. dig this.

[Delmar Cooper]

Sticks and stones, old hat, cliched business. Words? The edged steel that debowels, that cuts out hearts.

[Tree]

Great imagery, great advice, but like you we may have already crossed that precipice. I do hope one day to retire from the fever that has kept me up at night. Pick up a hammer again instead of a pen, build something tangible with my hands.

Well done, D.

[Mark]

Poems, drag queens? Quite the analogy! No, I won't steer clear. What can I say? A man's gotta do what a man';s gotta do!
Nicely written!

Mark