Rent'd
by AnneMarie Eldon
[ poetry - january 06 ]
The TV wants love: some sea drama sub-
limation, Aubrey/Maturin unmaturational
quasi-semi-one dimensional homoero
genous disingenuous disengage whilst I
grovel for your neck knots so are you
doctor beetle iguana collector all thickskinned
changeable soaking up? I lunge into camouflaged
iron self protection as taut and set to sail as rigging.
Frigging hell. What now has come to.
Frigate fiction. Having read the damn book-based-
on many years ago we progress to the next wave
disguise lock chase pack canon. Such boys' games.
I'm an ice-cream entity whilst heroes
snavel sput a screen myth. Oh how so
real. How so digital. How fathomable
Careening ship goes tilt goes ropeful.
Hold. Means clinch or hellhole.
Intimacy minty and a few chocky
specks carpetward. Bye now (ah, finally a scorpioid
denouement!) Scrofulous love
pits where
my fingers uncorded
for 138 minutes the only development.
Damn sciamachian ziss: testimony
to a spent DVD and this pit devoid.
