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Mark R Slaughter


Abstraction


Do I really understand
The meaning of this poem?

I know I sort of wrote it all
Upon a lonely autumn eve,
A partner in a chardonnay,
My heart in haemorrhage ‘pon a sleeve,

Autonomous pen that had its say
Thro' ink and paper under play
Of words and metered verse;
But I was under curse:

A squally storm of blood-red brain
Invoking even worse -
The inner hell of mind:

A villanelle in metaphor
Was dancing to a troubadour
Aflow with courtly kind:

Mellifluous of inner tone,
According all with fantasy -

Suchlike a field of fulsome breasts
Upstanding to the sky
Thro' roughshod areolae -
An orphanage of nipples
Poking at the misty air -

No mouths or tongues
For mammary copulation,
Or hands upon
The wholesome mounds
To pet in adulation;

Only she-man demons
Hunting down the milky scent -
Cock-ready, rock-steady,
Two-tone eyes
Lusting in anticipation.

Now I run, bounding on to Hades,
Comprehension fading;
Then I too …

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012

Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 15, 2012

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  • Freshman - 2,381 Points Diane Hine (3/16/2012 7:26:00 PM)

    I guess if you're not sure what it means, then I don't have to work too hard. It's a riveting read nonetheless!
    (thanks- I'd never heard of a villanelle before) . (Report) Reply

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