there are new poems up on the ink pot and just paisley…. if you are looking for something new… but i dragged this out of the archives,, because i felt like reading it again… and i am hoping you will too……
this is EXTREMELY MATURE, STRICTLY ADULT SUBJECT MATTER,, although it is written in strictly a tongue in cheek style,, it is not for those that will not see past the subject matter to the true brilliance of the words themselves…
keep in mind,, as an artist,, my purpose in life is to elicit emotion,, and if i succeed in doing that,, regardless of the subject matter,, i am in my glory…
willit had always felt that carnivals were a gift from the gods… children running willy nilly,, parents beer soaked and distracted.. sitting idly by while their prodigy queue up for one glittering stomach churning attraction after the other…. line after endless line of tender flesh,, uncalculating minds,, childish curiosities…. easily ensnared,, caught up as they were sure to be,, in the element of a day of unbridled child like passion…
he had just taken his place in line for the looming monstrosity commonly referred to as the ferris wheel,, behind a delightful grouping of four tender young treats,, when the gods saw fit to unleash the most torrential rain of good luck he had ever personally been witness to….
a sudden creak followed immediately by a unearthly sound,, that of metal being twisted beyond all imagination,, the wheel wrenched free of the pinions that had once held it fast… and before proper thought could be given to what was happening,, the wheel did what wheels have always done best… she up and rolled away….
inextricably mired in human fodder,, she plodded her course,, thru vats of hot cooking oil,, over moldy tents housing less than accurate foreseers of the future,, atop a vast array of human oddities,, caged and otherwise.. smashing,, destroying,, invigorating,, enlightening.. enabling chaos.. the very distraction of eminent destruction ensued almost immediately….
with the nimble wit and swift step of a professional,, willit took heed of his personal call to action.. he leapt in,, snatched up a tender young boy,, who was held stead fast with fear,, and amusingly enough,, not in any danger whatsoever as the wheel had already rolled far clear of the space which the two of them so conveniently occupied…
hand over mouth.. fore arm between firm young thighs.. it was snatched up that he was… with a passion that can only be described as that of a firefighter with an oxygen gasping victim in his arms,, beating a path of retreat from the all consuming flames following ever so quickly at his heals,, our boy willit was off … as he made his hasty retreat from non present danger,, he heard the unmistakable crash as the wheel toppled over.. coming to rest atop the grandstand packed to overflowing,, quite aptly,, with avid fans of destruction,, as the demolition derby was well underway…
in his thirst for the flesh that fought ever so fervently against him as he made his most daring escape,, he gripped the boy tighter.. too tightly in fact.. as when he arrived at the van it was evident,, he had indeed snapped his sapling neck.. no longer a livid play thing,, he would have to make due with the still tepid receptacle this tasty young morsel had most regrettably become….
and with the pomp and circumstance equal in glory only to a sacrifice made to the gods that had shined upon him this day,, with favor as bright as the celestial being itself,, he administered his own personal favorite variety of “far from artificial” respiration,, before properly disposing of the non recyclable container,, and setting off in search of dessert….
photo:
http://www.durkin.com.au/rides/wheel.jpg
May 1st, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Disturbing, but yes, tongue-in-cheek.
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May 1st, 2008 at 4:56 pm
Ooh! This is something…
I probably shouldn’t have, but I laughed at non-recyclable container.
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May 2nd, 2008 at 2:59 am
Very disturbing, but in reality the world is a very disturbing place.
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May 2nd, 2008 at 7:29 am
paisley,
willit and it will happen.
Delightful in that it led me unsuspecting and then at the crucial moment snapped my neck with the unanticipated turn around. Topped with socially deplorable icing makes this piece a double decker to be savored slowly.
I admit that you caught me because i’m too convential in my thinking.
rel
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May 2nd, 2008 at 4:27 pm
the subject matter of which you speak is indeed disturbing. separate from the subject matter is your vivid description of the ferris wheel’s collapse…it was there right in front of me and i could see the whole horrid thing occurring. the idea of the thing collapsing and falling all over the amusement park and causing such carnage…that’s horrid enough…and then, your subject matter–well, just aN amazingly clear yet disturbing picture all the way around!!!
May 4th, 2008 at 11:25 pm
In some ways this reminds me a darker more twisted Rohald Dahl tale. Certainly beautifully and intensely written with some wonderfully descriptive lines (my personal faves being: “coming to rest atop the grandstand packed to overflowing,, quite aptly,, with avid fans of destruction,, as the demolition derby was well underway…”). Some of the paragraphs read more like poetry, especially the first, and I was a little concerned it was simply going to be more proseoetry than anything - but it wasn’t.
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May 4th, 2008 at 11:35 pm
It is disturbing but unfortunately it does happen. When they had the tsunami a few years back in Indonesia there were men just like your protagonist stealing away the children who had survived the disaster. This is a very powerful piece.
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