Poetry! April 24, 2006
Posted by Evil Bender in Poetry.trackback
lucille Clifton
leda 3
a personal note (re: visitations)
always pyrotechnics;
stars spinning into phalluses
of light, serpents promising
sweetness, their forked tongues
thick and erect, patriarchs of bird
exposing themselves in the air.
this skin is sick with loneliness.
You want what a man wants,
next time come as a man
or don't come.
I always wondered what it would be like if someone were to write post-Lacanian feminist poetry. :-)
Mmm. Good stuff.