October 15, 2009

Archive number SEVEN

So, I wrote this after feeling uninspired by the Fairy Queen. This is my...reimagining of some events. Initially this was illustrated with a crude picture of a knight. I know that it's not even customary around these parts to incorporate art with literature...but after struggling to think for a while I remembered this painting by Paris Bordone (titled 'Nymph and Hunter') which I hope should compliment the poem. OH HOW...I frustrate myself sometimes.

nymph and hunter



The Fair Queen

Guyon stared at the woman
with contention. He wanted
nothing more than bliss.
A blower, a lover, a threat.

She stole his blank shield
way back, when they were
still fucking, and cunted
all over it. Smegma’d to shit.

Her beloved was stoic. Some sod
stood sick. She swallowed (for him)
some stunning shock.
So much the slut, the lust,

That lame excuse for destruction
of the lack in enigmatic discussion:
Sinking, sucking, striking
that hellish, hawking hole.

Blowing, loving, threatening;
bliss is more than nothing.
He wanted the contention.
Guyon stared at the woman.


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