she grabs me
by the stick
unbuttons my
wrapper and
begins to lick
only
to find
an old five
cent price from
nineteen sixty six
Categories:
unbuttons, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Sweet, little blond thing,
just off the plain from Kentucky,
she’s a solid seven, no higher,
painful to listen to her
reciting lines out loud.
Wants to be an actress,
fresh-faced and eighteen,
just have to dangle bait,
a few bit parts on a sit-com,
walks into the trap, doesn’t resist
just takes of her top…
Thirty-something Asian actress,
has played the ‘best friend’
several times, wants a
leading part. She’s afraid
her career has stalled,
doesn’t know what to do next.
Her agent tells me he
told her to be ‘nice’ to
the producers, and they’ll
be nice back. Looks ashamed
as she unbuttons her jeans…
I love that look…Such easy prey…
Forty-four-year-old pin-up blond,
has graced men’s magazines
and summer blockbusters.
Lines form around her eyes,
the roles stop coming
but she has a mansion,
and an ex-husband on alimony,
needs to work.
“Let’s get this over with,”
she says, walking right
into my sights…
You asked about hunting…
Wait, you men those people
who go out and shoot deer?
Bunch of monsters, vicious
backwoods hicks. Thankfully
we have evolved past that…
Categories:
unbuttons, celebrity, corruption, culture, irony,
Form: Free verse
A moon interrupted;
riles the social class.
A native sense comes of age.
Piercing stare becomes rarefied,
unbuttons the peaks and
kills you with a mallet.
The scared mask falls
off the divine embrace, lets
free the pigeons from the golden cage.
The forked tongue will
speak only truth. Blood
was the only stain, washed easily.
I will get the tan
in moonlight only. My scars
will remain invisible in silver.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unbuttons, art,
Form: ABC
Little white death laid on the table :
a pool of hushed silence.
Mother would not cry.
A mystic river flows in roaring heart
giving no relief to old wounds;
unbuttons the temper.
Purple eyes kill the black lashes.
Tears are filling the deep canyon.
A blue lake reflects the nervous face
walking on the edge.
The marbled plasma splits the crowd.
Another bell jar comes on for display;
the preserved heart, fingers and toes :
gives the birthday acknowledgments
for the sake of unrivalled life.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unbuttons, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
In her bedroom, a women stands in front of a full-length mirror. She has tears in
her eyes. She unbuttons her blouse and caresses her breast. Now let us listen
to her thoughts.
'Tomorrow a cut of cold steel will take you away from me. Tomorrow I will no
longer be a whole woman. I remember when you first became a part of me.
From the first day you came, my life started to change. My grandmother used to
look at me and say, “You're becoming a little woman” Now tomorrow I'll once
again become a little girl. I also remember the first time that I made love, you
were there. He caressed and kissed you just as much as me. Tomorrow I'll be
a virgin again. I guess this is goodbye, for tomorrow you will be removed so I will
live longer; but also tomorrow a part of my womanhood will die.'
Categories:
unbuttons, family, grandmother,
Form: I do not know?