think
wait Cinderella
don't slip on that shoe
glass is a red flag
it won't bear weight
but that's the idea
they're not for dancing
he doesn't need you
on your feet
sure he's charming
they always are
and he's rich enough
to know you're hungry
but your chores won't end
he needs an heir
you'll owe him everything
and he will collect
you'll see your stepsisters
eat their livers
but that meal won't last
they never do
and your stepmother
she can't live forever
rescue is no triumph
just expedient
it's up to you
you can take it or leave it
but a locksmith
might be a better choice
better yet, a hairpin
you've got the brains to run
but once you're in that castle
it's game over, baby
those guards do more
the biker mermaids
the biker mermaids are unconcerned
with their irreconcilable image
they feel no obligation
to divulge their talent
for negotiating their engines
without riding side-saddle
they wouldn’t think
of dividing themselves
into anything as common as legs
they remain contentedly unavailable
to child birth and bowel movements
inarguably, they have their mystique
no longer interested in unreliable sailors
or lonely beachcombers, regardless of their means
those freewheeling days
of breaching topless off the starboard bow
a reminiscence quaint as scrimshaw
and just as irretrievable
they have doffed their stifling ball gowns
and graciously returned their superfluous tiaras
last seen waving from the whistling docks
naked under their rumpled hair
gnashing slick, wriggling fish
snatched from the salty nets
they rumble out beyond the breakers
their laughter coarse as hungry gulls
they allow the moon
to sift their hair
with its cool, delicate fingers
the poet
he’s a species of febrile savant
but devoid the utility of a human
calculator or the disquieting
aesthetic of a monosyllabic architect
but the acuity of his mania encroaches
on an equally estranged world
he's as indecorous as an outhouse in the parlor
yet is he tolerated for his rustic charm
not as charismatic as Franklin in a beaver hat
but he emanates a peculiar entertainment value
a portable bestiary for the immaculate soiree
though he is not here to entertain
his libido glistens on his near-human face
raw and pungent as a cleaved onion
fortunately, his intrinsic offensiveness is comical
so long as it is distant
like an ape at the zoo sniffing his fingers
after satisfying an itch in his anus
he's blameless as a dog and like the dog
worries endlessly over the bones of his profession
his pride, the homely twig or synthetic red ball
steeped in saliva and pond musk
that he earnestly lays at your feet
as if a tribute of his own creation
his exhilaration is to chase their brief trajectories
and bound back having rolled in the joy
of a strange animal's excrement
but he'll tire soon enough and resort to licking his own genitals
an artless trick of imitating humility
while plainly indulging the salty warmth of his perversion
strangely, he's incognizant of his homunculus stature
as if the foam from his jaws could explicate a universe
as if late from his bed he could elevate man
urinating from treetops
straining his priapism at an imperceptive moon
shrieking what he calls music
Bio
M. S. Sanders is a poet, performer, actor, artist, writer and graphic designer from Baltimore, Maryland. He has hosted and organized scores of literary and multimedia events and has been a featured poet at such venues as Artscape, The Martin Luther King Memorial Library, The Maryland Institute College of Art and the WHFS Festival at RFK Stadium. He has won two Baltimore's Best awards from the City Paper for his literary events and publications and garnered first prize in their 8th Annual Poetry Contest. In 2000, he was honored with an individual artist grant for poetry by the Maryland State Arts Council. Since December of 2009, he has been the host and organizer of the weekly featured poet /open mic literary event !SPEAK YOUR PIECE! and has been honored to present some of the most active and influential poets, authors, performers and lecturers that the area has to offer. http://www.speakyourpiece1.weebly.com
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