Sunday, January 14, 2007
Bubbles Unbound
Going against the laws
of God and man, Victor brings
a bubblewrap woman to life.
Her lips pop as he kisses them,
as does her transparent skin.
After he has burst
the last bubble on her body
Standard Horror Ending:
he sets her ablaze
and,as she screams and melts,
he leaves to create
a new bubblewrap lover.
Feminist Revenge Ending:
she smothers him to death with her plastic body.
Sappy, Hackeyened Romance Ending:
he discovers, in his heart of hearts,
that bubbles or no bubbles
he still loves her,
and she loves him
-her heaving bubble-less bosoms tell him so.
And they live happily ever after.
Critiques
of God and man, Victor brings
a bubblewrap woman to life.
Her lips pop as he kisses them,
as does her transparent skin.
After he has burst
the last bubble on her body
Standard Horror Ending:
he sets her ablaze
and,as she screams and melts,
he leaves to create
a new bubblewrap lover.
Feminist Revenge Ending:
she smothers him to death with her plastic body.
Sappy, Hackeyened Romance Ending:
he discovers, in his heart of hearts,
that bubbles or no bubbles
he still loves her,
and she loves him
-her heaving bubble-less bosoms tell him so.
And they live happily ever after.
Critiques
Marmalade
It’s 3 a.m.
and, once again, I find myself
naked in the local municipal park,
talking with the daisies who proclaim:
“Soon it will start to rain marmalade”.
Sure enough, marmalade
sweet, thick, sticky, and orange
oozes down my hair, face,
back, chest, belly, butt, and legs.
This heavenly sent and scented substance,
this marmalade, mingles with my tears
as it brings back memories of domestic jubilance.
And the daisies sing:
"Vesti la giubba, e la faccia in farina".
Critique
and, once again, I find myself
naked in the local municipal park,
talking with the daisies who proclaim:
“Soon it will start to rain marmalade”.
Sure enough, marmalade
sweet, thick, sticky, and orange
oozes down my hair, face,
back, chest, belly, butt, and legs.
This heavenly sent and scented substance,
this marmalade, mingles with my tears
as it brings back memories of domestic jubilance.
And the daisies sing:
"Vesti la giubba, e la faccia in farina".
Critique
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