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Venus In FursThe moth woman fedUpon wool sleeves of old men’sSweaters and grew tan.Her eyes, in heavy Black masquera, slit light through slatsOf Venetian Blinds.Wings of noir crepe hungFrom pulsating spider websIn her trapeze act.On red stilettoHigh heels, she whipped and bled geeks At the piano.Not as romanticWas the male moth man who flungStar-knives at a blond.The blond was daughterTo the moth woman from anUnnatural birth.All three formed a teamAnd grew quite intimate with The sleek snow leopard.What issued forth notEven the ringmaster wouldAcknowledge at trail.Moths that were almostHuman settled in ScotlandWith the lambs and ewes.[Disposable Haiku September 6, 2013]Dr. Mike
Venus In Furs
ReplyDeleteThe moth woman fed
Upon wool sleeves of old men’s
Sweaters and grew tan.
Her eyes, in heavy
Black masquera, slit light through slats
Of Venetian Blinds.
Wings of noir crepe hung
From pulsating spider webs
In her trapeze act.
On red stiletto
High heels, she whipped and bled geeks
At the piano.
Not as romantic
Was the male moth man who flung
Star-knives at a blond.
The blond was daughter
To the moth woman from an
Unnatural birth.
All three formed a team
And grew quite intimate with
The sleek snow leopard.
What issued forth not
Even the ringmaster would
Acknowledge at trail.
Moths that were almost
Human settled in Scotland
With the lambs and ewes.
[Disposable Haiku September 6, 2013]
Dr. Mike