Poetry is a Harsh Mistress © carol voccia 2009

Poetry and I fuck on the regular
Sliding into her slick she pours her
Vivid pink into empty hands
Inking her lips in metaphor
Piercing loud anvil hammers
Shatter messages hidden in her iron
She’s an afternoon shell game hiding the pea
She’s a shading oak in a summers park
She coughs a bitter stake inside the minds of mortals
Riding as a slut on every mans tongue
Napping in empty rooms she
Ties the sheets around unsuspecting ankles
She calls your name a necktie and pulls it in like a noose
She is stronger than light and harder than dark
Spitting hot fire flexing her arms flashing Mayday red
She tames mammoths with her rubber heals
Calcium lines her teeth in strange tongues
Roll a joint and smoke a dime with her
Main line her
Eat her froth while she rolls up your
Kingdom tossing it over her shoulder
There ain’t a soul with feet that can land a finger on her
She’s a beast spiting fire
She’s an angel in the center of aquamarine removing her
Garments in a circle of flowers
She is the inevitable test inside a devils contract
She’s double fisted cracking heaven wide open