Short Contortionist Poems
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bending my mind around his words, makes me feel like a contortionist
For Bobby May’s contest “Who Flips Your Trolley?”
He is quite the constant hygienist
a licking perfectionist
shows agility with flair
back leg up in the air
my cat the self cleaning contortionist
the contortionist
makes audience cringe and cheer...
simultaneously
Date written: 08/22/2020
The shadows lie
Deep in the valley
Crossed swords of battling timber
Contortionist combatants
Struggling to reach a sun
Bobbing and weaving
In their midst
Nature’s mother
Caring for all
the contortionist
thats what he is by trade
he cannot speak...he hisses
his curse you could say.
he is silent as night
twice as deadly too
he contorts around his blades
and he never has a single wound
Comedic contortionist claims clubfeet;
consider carefully, circus clowns cheat.
Chico chipped Carson City's carved concrete
clumsily chiseling cheap cardboard containers.
Charlatans can calm capitol complainers
confounding Congressional campaigners.
July 6, 2022
over the growing,spreading ever green scape,
rising timidly through stratum's of scandal.
hell's guardian observe's the picket line of karma.
he feel's condemned by the twin's,liberty and freedom.
on a road of cavernous step's and stone's.
near a swamp with bullfrog's as big as battleship's.
hell's guardian shower's in shame.
the great contortionist export's his own justice.
Ensnared in
the crystallization
of web's
intimidating deception,
superficial spider
met its
duplicitous match,
whence the improvised
contortionist morphed
forth from her chrysalis,
spun midst grandeur
of liberation's flight 'pon
triumphantly rivaled
diaphanous inception
Tantalizing paws upon her finessed bust
Potent mindful deception over her anatomy
Forced wrench of her vibrant razzmatazz cowlick
A metamorphic transformation within
Dissonant mar amongst her collar
Whomping breeze out of her bronchi
Writhing towards that holy grail
Orgasmic passion trickles down her spine
Contortionist psyche without a footprint of regret
A Woman brimming with a phobia of reality
Demands to be exposed to her rightful residence
In this hideous terrene around her