Queens New Clothes

a common girl

with barrow came

laden with folded cloth

the queen did look

and saw but nothing

yet advisors say

it is so beautiful

befitting for a millionaire

a common girl

seamstress sew perfect

said she could make

the most wonderful gown

a gown that those

on the other side

of palace walls

would admire and say

how radiant and divine

in chamber warmed

by embers of the poor

took this cloth

about her frame

and posed in mirror

that glittered gold

she did look divine

and decided on a procession

at the gates the dedicated few

who bought the mugs

and waved the flags

and sang anthem on

brainwashed breath

had heard of this

most wondourus gown

stepping from the carriage

the people

gasped in awe and horror

some began to cry

for this gown

the seamstress sewed

was of the flesh

of poor and subjugated

histories oppression an

awful stench

pinned together

with the bones of

crushed rebellion

the cheering stopped

more tears did flow

and a little boy

called out

she must go

la danse et l’intervention passionnée

there was no deity in her toes

or mystical magic,

brazen eccentricity,

alcohol infused depravity

clung like smoke

that became exhausted on breath,

the morbid look of reality

as being human is to dance

bare splayed white thigh flesh

promise of midnight feast

fulgent in face

he wished to grasp her now

be away upon a tram

tearing worsted tights

patched with careful hand

lamplit ombres chinoises

concavity of upturned behind

receiving wild attention,

she has him as a pale

pierrot languishing on soft words

and gentle caress

having seen the kaleidoscope

and been within pink basket

away with shallow shadows

to find his way home,

naked on sheets tugged and messed

alone

internal orchestra played on

stood upon her rug

once vibrant

and danced again

for herself this time,

watched only by flickering

wax candles

freeverse , poetry , poem

toulouse lautrec

magpie tales statue stamp 185

I Mammalia

linnaeus said i was of the breast,

mammal,

others said

homunculus being of man,

i am structure labels and description

hominid not pongid,

erect bipedal classified and arranged

my own name of inconsequence

i am myself living with fossil ancestors,

last of a kind,

pan troglodytes and pan paniscus

my shadow shape and form,

pan feeder and fertility

of these as much as well

not so much as a deity

but origin being

vessel of twenty three chromosomes

and passion to extend the lineage,

being morphologically  comparable

to those of saggital crest,

linnaeus believed in sex and the line

as with his botanica

sexual with bridal beds

as perfumed and scented as passion be

now a dancing self deity

procreation and self extension,

finding the mate

passion raw astounding the stars

grunts of elemental exhaustion

a galaxy of cellular construction

swirl compete and fertilize,

i am mammal

feeder of the breast natures nurturer

and wonder of flesh

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