Disclaimer: This is a post-modern sonnet. I haven't written poetry in years. And as with my fiction, this is not me. It does open with a first person POV, moves to third and then closes in first person POV. I hope you enjoy. Allison, I would most like to hear from you. O Captain, my Captain.
Warning: You are about to read a poem.
Goldilocks in the Cyber Woods
"I like lollipops and butcher's blocks,
licorice cat o' nine tails,
pensive lads, dandies and cads
make me wince, whip and wail."
Sticky lips, popped and snapped bubbles
Hot porridge, brown sugar and butter
Panoply, O sweet cavity -
Fences mended; apologies uttered.
Naked, not bare, 'cept for bobby socks
Purple polished, chapped-chewin’ nails
Ogled and pet by all, but her dad.
Google "Goldilocks for sale"
Crawl in; pull out of human rubble.
Code it, post it, SEO for the gutter.
Banana-curled, oversexed, pixel purity
"touch me," "click here," keystroke shudder.
Visa or MasterCard - download me now!
"The fit is just right. Love, your digital doll."
1 comment:
anon #1 this made me feel like that book of short stories about barbies you let me borrow. i will have to read a few more times to process , then comment again.
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