Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Castrate the crayon

Stalking in the shadow of syllables
Drooling at the curves of translucent lines
Slipping your warped finger under the hem of stanza
You transverberate through every victims creation
And the tight fit of their text
Makes you hold your poison pen
In sexual frustration.

What it produces is wasted semen
Ejaculating a commentary of callous cum
And the intelligent poems pity you
As you cannot control your
Sordid stirrings
Your crusted marks of degradation are wiped away with deepest disdain

You think you are so very clever
With the disguises you don.
So as to remain elusive and unstoppable in your destructive desires
If I could, I would find a way to castrate your crayon
Then the beautiful poems would feel safe once again!
And their pure embodiment can lay out in the scripted sun
without fear of your perverse eye peering upon them.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Edited: Thursday, November 01, 2012

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  • Red O'mara (11/26/2012 9:01:00 PM)

    Powerfully done. Seems so agressively unlike anything else I've read of yours so far. Would love to know what caused it. (Report) Reply

  • Red O'mara (11/26/2012 9:01:00 PM)

    Powerfully done. Seems so agressively unlike anything else I've read of yours so far. Would love to know what caused it. (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Honeytip (11/24/2012 11:19:00 PM)

    Forthright and powerful writing about stuff that matters to you and us as artists. You rock! (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (11/13/2012 3:23:00 PM)

    i wish i could understand this as well as the last two commenters seem to. should i watch my crayon? (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Ruffin (11/6/2012 2:28:00 AM)

    Outstanding use of oppositional pairings of words.. the sexual energy in this piece is just right...not too little.. not too much. My kind of stufff. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Seale (11/5/2012 7:34:00 AM)

    Srevie, this is amazing! I haven't read anything more stirring and it brings me to a sudden pause. What an eye-opening and thought provoking piece! I truly love it! Great Ink! ! ! ; -)
    -Kelly. (Report) Reply

  • Kelvin Owusu (11/1/2012 5:56:00 AM)

    wow i don't know what to say this is great, how like really how did you come up with this, you seem to get better by each piece you post, this is a great piece of poem in my opinion (Report) Reply

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