Saturday, March 25, 2006

were i

and were i kissed, just some salacious foundling
cast as kabuki starlet, woven into haiku-driven
melodrama, set on stage's edge above the orchestra

were i bended painted shadowed mascaraed
directed into submissive couplings, apathetic
humiliating poses of condescension, neutered

banality, and were i violated, plundered and
displayed, their sing-song unmodulated straw boy,
dancing until their sniggers broke my rhythm

dancing to their mal-syncopated caresses, swaying
bending arching, the day's tremulous frivolity, gaining
encore applause bravissimo bring-on-the-understudy

oh, were i young


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