6/29/14

Open-Carry: Unzipping the Metaphors

Warning:  This poem contains no language that can't be used on prim time T.V. but it discusses  the subject in a way that will make people uncomfortable. That's the point. It's also the point that what I say will get censored while flaunting guns in shops and restaurants has more legal protection than my right to protest. But if frank language about terrorists and muderers upsets you, don't read further.


He spent the morning photographing his penis collection,
lining them up on the table getting just right glint of light on the contours
and dramatic angle of cast shadows.

He did a selfie with two supersoak repeaters strapped across his chest. Another gazing down the shafts of two 57 mag  hand-jobs. He made videos, pontificating on who he planned to screw, how he'd make them drop to their knees and worship him.

He marched in an open-carry  rally at the waffle shop, showed all those keep-your-penis-zipped activists who the real men were.

He invited girls to admire his equipment but none seemed properly impressed, possibly because none of the penises he purchased came with balls.

An hour later, he dropped his selfie press kit in the mail slot at the local TV station and went off to drown kittens with his supersoaks. When someone tried to stop him he robbed the world of his magnificence by putting his penis in his mouth and pulling the  trigger.

~Nara Malone



Photo Credit: Super Soakers by Bastian at Flickr Photo Sharing.

6/26/14

dVerse Dadaism: Do Accept My Apologies






Do Accept My Apologies

His
bill of complaint,
hovering
unspoken.
Air between them,
fornicating
another question,
misspeaking her name
with dark eyes.

Are you so naive?
She might melt
grave repercussions.

~Nara Malone 

I picked an interesting night to jump back in at dVerse. We're playing with Dadaist poetry tonight. We're supposed to cut up a news article and pull the words from a paper bag to write a poem. I didn't have a newspaper, so I used a page from a lesson on editing. And rebel that I am, cutting up homework wasn't enough--I only followed some of the rules. It's okay, I'm pretty sure rule breaking was the point.  If you're feeling poetically rebellious, or would like to see what the other pots did, hop over to dversepoets.com and join the fun.