Saturday, October 10, 2009

Michael Flamingo

Black charcoal,
Of the soft quality
Finds its way across the paper
At that instant, a metamorphosis happens
White paper turns to
unlimited canvases.

Pencils of multi-layered nibs;
Penetrations and castrations
Of multiple natures;
100 Dollars for one vasectomy
1500, if the first born is of
womb and feminine genitals.

Camel-skinned tabla-top
almost pealing at its seams;
A drummer drums his mood
For a few whiskies more
He will play on the house
The whole bloodied night.

Two plays and only
half a performance
Disposable masks
for the fluorescent stage lights
This actor has a flair
for the grotesquely satiating.

14 August’09 (02:12 hrs)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

is micheal flamingo a vasectomy surgeon? dear poetess, i can see that your poetry have evolved from a small pond to an ocean. love