You do it tenderly, with silk wire
Cat-cradled among your fingers, a halo
At first, then a crown, then a blindfold.
Whimsically, you will reach her nose.
Give the string a little tug. Take a second
To shape a new face for her. She won't mind.
We are killing your muse, not your sister.
But once past the nose, stop for a second
Silently pass her lips with the noose
Twist it a bit, to set a fingerpress
Between the red pods of flesh.
Spread them and caress the teeth and tongue,
And leave the tips moistened to line
Her cheeks.
Ignore the chin -- you are
Not the patronizing kind --
And pull the thread tight. Fear not
Her neck is thin from having no voice
Nor spine.
Catch the blood in a tub
And bathe in it. The reward
For your betrayal is a softer skin,
With a light auburn tan.
Execution of a Muse
Muse
Muse = a god inspiring to an artist, usually portrayed as female.
Cat-cradle = a game of tying a string among your fingers.
I'm trying to use the "murder/execution" metaphor to describe the artistic process -- I hoped to relieve the reader some gruesomeness by the "not your sister" line -- that the woman "we" are killing is not a real woman -- but a muse, an "unreal woman" -- except I'm hoping to challenge my reader because, to me, a poem is usually of no consequence -- it's just hard to convince yourself of this sometimes when you are reading it (a good one, anyway).
But stupid me, again, obsessed with process. I could just try to write more poems and then shut the heck up.
But there's not a chance of that.
Cat-cradle = a game of tying a string among your fingers.
I'm trying to use the "murder/execution" metaphor to describe the artistic process -- I hoped to relieve the reader some gruesomeness by the "not your sister" line -- that the woman "we" are killing is not a real woman -- but a muse, an "unreal woman" -- except I'm hoping to challenge my reader because, to me, a poem is usually of no consequence -- it's just hard to convince yourself of this sometimes when you are reading it (a good one, anyway).
But stupid me, again, obsessed with process. I could just try to write more poems and then shut the heck up.

I don't think I understood much of it, I'm sorry...
But I did like some images of it!!
It certainly is very good written!!!
I like the title!!
that's why i started reading it!!
greetings, stefan
But I did like some images of it!!

It certainly is very good written!!!
I like the title!!
that's why i started reading it!!
greetings, stefan
A sip of wine, a cigarette
And then it's time to go
I tidied up the kitchenette
I tuned the old banjo
-10 new songs, Boogie Street
And then it's time to go
I tidied up the kitchenette
I tuned the old banjo
-10 new songs, Boogie Street