poetic liberty

we need no more

Mathematicians writing poetry.

No more bakers,

astrologers.

No more oncologists

(there's a mole growing on

my left eyelid that they may not like).

What we need are more

crossdressing poets,

those who feel the quick tug of a full coverage bra

and names it, sensation. A person who

un-tapes his balls,

digs the thong out of his a*s,

rips the taunt string from his corset

and stretches the pink

sash between two rivers

so we may cross

when we want to.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Am I supposed to be laughing so much.. and to think this is my last review of the day! Just as well, perhaps!

Dana, you've created a series of most peculiar scenes in my lame head... but yet, and yet, i can see a teeny, teeny touch of sanity in the madness. I think of Grayson Perry and the wonders of his mind, the way he tip.tilts correctness and creates wonder to those who want to understand. If you don't know his name, research and join his not yet.formed (and never will be) club of thought.

As often I sit enchanted (in a perverse or is it perverted way?) you've laughed me into must go to work mode - thank you.

[Prince Bonsu]

ha ha, its awesome!

..if no more IT professionals as well, i may have to stop writing...LOL

:)

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend.....

[WriteUpThere]

I am in awe. It is hard to write with such controlled economy where every word counts; none is wasted. I'm no poet but I know a poet when I read one. Your images are dynamite. Those two final two stanzas are powerfully eloquent! That sense of freedom when reading "rips the taunt [i think you meant to write taut?] string from his corset" is almost palpable. And the appeal for a more inclusive and liberated society: "and stretches the pink/sash between two rivers/ so we may cross/when we want to" suggests it is we who judge that are on the wrong bank of the river.
Thank you!

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much WriteUpThere, for stopping by with those kind words...dana

[Reveal]

This made me smile and giggle... a lot. Thanks, and I'm not a cross-dresser) LOL

[h d e rushin]

so glad that made you smile..Of course I wasn't the least bit serious....Or was I?

[Tomás Ó C..]

I guess I may stop writing so! ;-)

[h d e rushin]

you better not......? Thanks for stopping by//dana

[Beccy]

Style over content, how stifling that can be.

A scientist will tell you that a rainbow is simply a meteorological phenomenon and thus, as such, does not actually exist; whereas, all poets know it is God painting the sky for his children.

We do indeed need more 'crossdressing' poets.

Beccy

[h d e rushin]

thank you beccy....for stopping by....dana

[Cory Barrett]

The greatest bakers i know have concluded their own truths from the mistakes and foundations of others. They earn there identities not by the formulas they follow; instead the hours they work, the farmers they know, their cracked fingers, the way their lovers scent distracts them from their bake, even the way the cross dressing assistant tugs at her taped tits and pants, because jock straps snap too.

great stuff here

[h d e rushin]

thanks cory for stopping in to visit my friend....dana

[Samaira]

I absolutely love the last line starting with a person who untapes...'. Its amazing.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Mannat.....for stopping by....dana

[Delmar Cooper]

Give me poets who are manly men with untrimmed hair on their vaginas.

[h d e rushin]

Now that sounds like my kind of man.....lol.....thanks Delmar...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there is no proper temperature to bake a poem, really...no formal ingredients to make the taste...the words are cooked with instinct and love of words, not something a mathematician can give us an equation for figuring...we just read and see what we see...and there may be poems about star crossed lovers...but astrologers just look at stars and name them...poetry is that unnamed thing that goes outside the box, or the bra, and stretches the mind across galaxies.