Poems Are Scary Things
They wait in bars to buy you drinks
and, when you aren't aware,
will slip a roofie in your glass
then take you to a cheap hotel
and use you for their pleasure
with the internetted web cam on.
They will bring you home to meet the family
and father, mother, sister, brother
each, in turn, will make a fool of you.
They will dress in black
and practice martial arts against you.
They will reach in and steal your heart
and rearrange the valves and muscles
to beat in patterns strange and frightening.
They will take you, naked,
and put their tongues and fingers
into intimate, erogenous openings
you didn't know you had.
They will lull you and entrance you
with strange, forgotten music
and, while you are enthralled,
will slip like vapored spirits
through enchanted ears
into the matrices of mind and memory
and reconfigure everything.
and, when you aren't aware,
will slip a roofie in your glass
then take you to a cheap hotel
and use you for their pleasure
with the internetted web cam on.
They will bring you home to meet the family
and father, mother, sister, brother
each, in turn, will make a fool of you.
They will dress in black
and practice martial arts against you.
They will reach in and steal your heart
and rearrange the valves and muscles
to beat in patterns strange and frightening.
They will take you, naked,
and put their tongues and fingers
into intimate, erogenous openings
you didn't know you had.
They will lull you and entrance you
with strange, forgotten music
and, while you are enthralled,
will slip like vapored spirits
through enchanted ears
into the matrices of mind and memory
and reconfigure everything.
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Author's Note
Prompted by Sheldon's shocking Confession at the Forum
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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"They will take you, naked, / and put their tongues and fingers / into intimate, erogenous openings /
you didn't know you had."
I got that feeling more from fiction than poems. Anyway, good stuff.*
Put 'em to work on the Health Care site. *
"will slip like vapored spirits
through enchanted ears
into the matrices of mind and memory"
So true. *
Scary things.
Lxx
Reminds me of that old song..."if I'm being used, keep on using me until you use me up."*
Bastard poems anyway. I like this one a lot.
Above all, they won't let you go. *
"They will reach in and steal your heart
and rearrange the valves and muscles
to beat in patterns strange and frightening.
They will take you, naked,
and put their tongues and fingers
into intimate, erogenous openings
you didn't know you had."
Masterful! ***
Lordy, I thought this was about me when I was a younger rascal. Love the imagery. *
I can't think of anything to say other than I love this. "I love this."*
Really nice writing, Gary. Perfect images *
Many thanks to everyone for reading and responding.
Nicely done! That last stanza is perfect. *
thank you, Christian.
Gary, loved this. Fresh, original and fun. Poetry is that decadent stranger, the interloper, the dark alley traveler.
Thank you, Krista.
*, Gary. You devil, you got me again. In short, disregard them or they will OWN you.
Thank you, David.
I KNEW it!
Yes, indeed! How did this slip past me? Wonderful stuff!
thnk you, Adam and Sheldon.
Excellent.
Fabulous. Just fabulous, Gary. And the opening made me smile so big and great title. Poems scare me too. Hope this is published. If not, send to TNY. It's that good.