T Wignesan Poet Free verse

The Elysian Baby Feels Lament

 The Elysian Baby Feels Lament… 

        for Katy Perry……with  manifold marigold “feels”

                                    
                                 she lifts her sepals to show me her carpels
all this has got me into her megasporophylls
             this oeils de chat mantis in her deep yellow marigold mantilla
      preying on my mania
                                                                           praying
                     has lasso-ed me
           with her svelte carnation venison chops
“chop chop …hey…do you mind if I steal a ki…..”
                    “i know you ain’t afraid to pop pills…”

what she saying….. 
                                   “ride drop top and chase thrills”
Hey… do you mind
                                     Invitation to pop pills
       or chase thrills
anyway how d’you ride and drop on a spinning top
                    when with her left hand she lifts
     the bed of ripe yellow mantilla mattress
                          to reveal her thighs in caress
             flaxen hair streaming down her battering eye-lashes
head in the crook of her elbow pillow                             
                                                                         maybe
Je n’ai pas les yeux en face des trous*
                     her svelte venison chops make oeillades**
     at me


                 won't somebody tell me if there’s some way one can get at her
feels
                sideways                   broadways                  overways

“don’t be afraid to catch feels”
                                                                              what's that
                   she makes des yeux de velours°
at me     my eye   i haven’t got them fixed in front of holes

God. It's eight already i’ve got to take my pills

          got them in the tills
chop chop oh! thrills 
                                      put her down in my bills
             gills and frills
won't somebody tell me what she feels
                         
is she afraid of drills
                                          in her gills
       know you’re not afraid of spills
                  e’en if I put you on grills
                                                              not on me wills
     feels with me
reels me in mills
                             i know i’m not
    afraid to chase pills
                                        fills with me
                                                                         in mills
i know you’re not afraid of drills
                         in your feels
     e’en gllls
                                              spills with me
i know you’re not afraid of meals
                         e'en if it chills
                                                                  frills
      mills with me
                                  pills in mills
  grills me thrills
                                in her gills
                                                         spills with me 
      in her frills
                          i know i'm not afraid of feels 
in her bills

Oh! For an ounce of sleep
I’d give up my meals
What wouldn’t I give
To reel in her megasporophylls
 
                                         ….if she feels with me

(TONGUE-IN-CHEEK, of course)            

*in French meaning: I’m half asleep or I’m not thinking straight
(but literally means: “I haven’t got my eyes right in front of holes!”)
 
** in French: “faire des oeillades à quelqu’un” = wink or make eyes at somebody

°In French: “faire des yeux de velours à quelqu’un” means “to make sheep’s eyes at somebody” (“velour” here meaning “velvet”)

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris,  2017

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