Address to a Damsel in Distress
(Thanksgiving 2010)
Dear Tinsel tits,
My admission fee is not paid
Your shining nipples are blinding me
Tons are being dislodged
And clunking around in my attic.
You can hear the ticks and cracks
“No pay, no play “
Ay doll, “okay you say.”
I take that as a “no”.
Dear Dragon Lady,
“Where is your army?” you ask
“Dead on the field.” I say.
Your breath was enough to take the tough
Out every rough guy.
Here I stand, the last man ready to die
Like my pals for just one shot
At taking your battlements.
Dear Ice Queen,
With Finger-joints chilled with rigor mortis
And Cock frost bitten, my bed makes me shiver
You stand stock still
Like a pile of Axes.
I am not dressed for this, didn’t think ahead.
The smoke goes in your mouth and nose
And then blows
And you don’t drip.
The room is yours! Refrigerated,
Conquered in cold comfort.
Dearest Dog Killer,
I see the laser light
Between my eyes
Guess I went in the trash once too often.
Me and the boys been howlin’
And sniffin’
Drinkin’ Jack and winkin’
Cussin’ and pissin’
On every passing car.
Take me back baby
To the proffered breasts
That divine space over your sternum
Where it’s not polite to stare.
I have lied, I have cheated I have bleated
Like a slaughtered lamb, cutting my own throat
Bathing the altar in splashing corpuscles.
Take me home
Where my seeds were sown
And brains were blown
The truth is….
I have never known
What I was doing.
Joshua Kight 11/25/10