Long Nylon Poems
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I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both its legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Then at first, I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
Oh ,what a terrible tragedy it was! He murdered the complete chickens brutally. Webcam showed the horrible scene cause. I was shocked by his act of gloomily
He was only bitten the venomous reptile But the story of disaster was different here Planned to kill the killer of vile Nice nylon net was covered the cage clear
Pungent odour had come from the decayed chicken. I thought that it would tempt the beast. Had the hope to catch him quicken
He was seized in the strong net in twist
His audacious attack ended in failure. He couldn't be triumphant in the tireless endeavour He was avoided encounters for my favour.
His intelligent behaviour attracted me however
I recalled Rudyard Kipling's story Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.
The wild animal symbolised fearlessness and rebellion. It was the vehicle of the god of wealth maybe. I hesitated to kill the social animal of the civilian.
Decided to free him from the strongest web.
Then he went on the path and disappeared. Though it was a superstitious act of rapid step , I believed his path would bring good luck neared.
It could have been so embarrassing
But he didn’t really care
It was such a simple thing
Wearing ladies underwear
He chose it all so carefully
Every single piece just right
Carefully colour matched
With sheer nylon tights
Adjusted oh so precisely
With precision straight seams
Showing legs that appeared
Like chocolate box dreams
But if a man’s got to do it
He’s got to do his best
No half measures he thought
Shoulders back stick out chest
Take one deep breath for courage
Then proudly out on to that stage
Just a reluctant drag act
To make a living wage
And out on that stage
He didn’t need to hide
His need to display
His feminine side
He soaked up the applause
Folded his costume up neat
Tomorrow was another day
Back to sweeping the streets
He’d do it so precisely
Try not to rush
Not risk any blisters
From his issue sweeping brush
And he’d do his best
And he’d do it well
But broken nails
Could be just a hell
And appearance was all
On the Cabaret Club scene
And maybe ,just maybe ,he enjoyed
The buzz of being a top Drag Queen
Concrete dust drifts like sand across a coastal path.
An old woman battered with facial features that hung on her face,
Disconnected and hanging.
She leans forward in her blumonge, waterproof, unwashed nylon flares from Matalan.
They ruffle in the wind as she looks out withdrawn onto the A350.
Her gaze is muffled by a sheen of intoxication,
She tries with the majority of her self to keep her lids from closing,
Mascara encrusted into the creases of her skin,
Almost soldering her lashes together in a gluelike fashion.
Leans hazardously towards the path of oncoming traffic,
Gesturing with open arms to the creatures of metal that push past her.
The only trace of their moment in time is a gust that pushes her body back to safety as it, Confused and unobservant,
Collapses onto the urban stream that claims her yet again.
I watch as she continues to stumble on,
Reaching out to every vehicle that steams on past,
She does not see me.
She is clogged by something greater and more sombre than I know.
She is a perfect reflection of the time and place,
She is what we all are feeling but continue not to show in fear of the outcome.
She is us.
Somedays I want to choke myself to death
To strangle my neck until my face turns blue
To wrap the ends of a nylon string to my hands
Like corsages on a ballerina’s wrist
To keep dancing
Until my face turns blue
Somedays I want to carve a pattern on the insides of my wrists
Weaving intricate patterns bleeding red with some sharp elegant cuts on the bluish veins
To watch myself bleed to death
To paint the walls of a room with splattering designs
To burn my body alive
What a waste my brain wants to say
Worth the experience my heart believes
The pain the horror the infliction
To be able to write about a burning body
After having experienced it thoroughly
To watch the blood drip down
Drop by drop, trickling
Darker splashes on the top
Faded ones by the bottom
I wonder if I spin
Would the patterns turn more beautiful
Would it resemble a mandala
If I kept turning and turning and turning
[Pylon (UK) = Transmission tower or Electricity pylon (USA)
Domestos = Bleach]
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Jeremy Wig was entirely bald
He sought the best hairpiece that he could afford
He opened his wallet which made the moths blink
With just a few coins he had to rethink
He went to a fancy dress shop for his hair
The price was unreal - like everything there
The wig that he purchased had hair made of nylon
He got a big shock when he walked near a pylon
People would laugh for his hair was a shocker
He looked like a seventies reject punk rocker
He hurried off home, wiped his feet on the mat
A static charge instantly toasted his cat
He went here and there, lightning bolts everywhere
Burning folk’s clothing and their underwear
Stark naked people with burned crinkly hair
All would curse Jeremy’s new nylon hair
People he knew learned to dress in asbestos
Someone said, “Let’s make the man drink Domestos.”
Whatever they said he just didn’t care
For he was so pleased with his new nylon hair
He went to a party and had some fun there
Even when six balloons stuck to his hair
A text that was typed made his hair stand on end
The fireworks started when someone pressed ‘Send’
When someone said, “Go back to just being bald.”
He thought of the horrible names he’d been called
He wasn’t prepared to be somebody’s joke
He pulled a balloon off… and went up in smoke
On A Nail
Dust pan on a nail.
Worn out burgundy sofa in the corner.
A scratched window pane
and empty liquor bottles.
Bruised black banana in a brown bowl.
A discarded nylon stocking.
Lipstick marks on a cracked mirror
and tear-stained tissue paper.
A ripped up photograph on a bureau.
A dusty blanket and a broken porcelain vase.
Torn lace panties.
Spilled contents from a cheap jewelry box.
Dust pan on a nail.
Dried up toothpaste in the wash basin.
Fourteen strands of blond in the bristles of a brush.
A gaping green purse.
Rosary beads scattered on a scarlet bed spread.
Red strangulation marks on a svelte neck.
Stiff yellow corpse in the shower.
Two eyes bulging from crusty sockets.
Blood stains on the tile floor.
A black dagger next to a white bathtub.
Stale yellow liquid in a toilet bowl.
Dust pan on a nail.
Watch me
Watch me as i walk around.
Your eyes see one, your brain sees another.
Watch me as you fantasize, i might consider.
Sitting up higher to get a profound view.
Watch me as you lead yourself southbound.
Get a little closer to really imagine what’s against the nylon.
Watch me as i lead your eyes into the little room, boiling from the heater.
Keep me quiet like your perfect secret.
As i trace my fingers along the edge.
Watch me as your glue adorned my cheeks.
You grew just by touching me, my skin.
Watch me as i catch you dreaming.
Question you about what you were thinking.
Make me get on my knees like a preacher.
Watch me as i make your fantasies come true.
Watch me as you make me yours.
When you walked into your room
my heart was beating like a jack rabbit.
You looked at me with those provocative eyes of yours.
Then you told me “take off your blouse”
I thought I’d die. I watched your perfect lips;
how your soft pink tongue curls when you speak.
Slowly, I unbuttoned your top, even though you seemed rushed
I thought I would tease you and did it slower than time.
You said remove my skirt and I swear
my heart was in my throat.
I was staring at your legs and their perfect curves
admiring how thin your waist was. I removed your skirt.
I’m not sure how much time passed before you suggested
I remove your bra but my hands were shaking as I attempted it.
You followed with a deep vibrating voice
as you asked me to take off your nylon stockings
and you know how that turns me on
what it does to me to touch nylon.
Once that was done as if I needed further instructions
you whispered remove my panties at that point
that you said those words I will never forget.
Even now my body goes catatonic just thinking about it.
It was then you said…
At that point…
It was at that moment…
Yes, I still remember the words exactly.
It was then you said
“and don’t ever let me catch you wearing my clothes again”
I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours. The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild. They are the largest of the four remaining North American elk subspecies. They are beautiful, majestic creatures that walk with their head up high with pride. They stand as tall as a horse. The male elk carries a beautiful set of dark brown, tipped in cream antlers. Their antlers reach lengths of up to four feet with a distinctive three-point tip, or crown at the end depending on the age of the elk. They use the eye guards on the horns when running through brush by lowering their heads. The antlers have several purposes, most related to mating, as a weapon against their foe, and the antlers are shed each year.
Even though they have a heavy scent of musk they can pick up a scent carried hundreds of yards away if the wind is blowing their direction.
Their coat is thick and soft, with longer hair on the chest and shoulders of sable color, with a light brown body, and a cream-colored rump and no tail. Their coats make it a habitat for fleas because their coat is thick and soft, it enables them to sneak through a thicket when they hear your nylon or denim clothes rake against a bush.
They feed on a variety of grass as, plants, leaves, bark, and including highbush cranberry, elderberry, devil's club blueberries, mushrooms, lichens, and salmonberries.
They engage in ritualized mating behaviors during the rutting season to have their own harem. The mating involves in posturing, urinating, tossing turf and fighting with their antlers, and bugling, a loud series of vocalizations which establishes dominance over other males and attracts females.
The Roosevelt Elk, a beautiful, majestic creature, which lives in the wide-open land with tall grass, under the canopy of Douglas -fir, cedar, and old growth stands.
5/9/2018