Now intruding, now withdrawn,
when will you, at last, be gone?
You have spoken tattle-taled,
scatterbrained, and unprevailed
prudery's prevarication;
always a flat imitation.
Dwelling in just one dimension,
you incinderate contention,
like the Trunpeter's pretension---
that is how you gain attention,
on which your conniptions thrive;
like how parasites survive.
While your redoubt redeploys,
long-haired, jeansclad, barefoot boys
laugh at you as they dismiss
your shrill objections---that they kiss.
Like a pocket entropy,
you exist for perfidy,
ubiquitous, insidious,
and always very obvious.
Your line began---is always led---
by that foul question of good folks dread:
the serpentine hiss, Hath God said?
Starward
This is a very densely packed
This is a very densely packed write - no complaining included in that statement. I am most taken and fascinated about the inspirational origins of this verse:
"While your redoubt redeploys,
long-haired, jeansclad, barefoot boys
laugh at you as they dismiss
your shrill objections to their kiss."
It is, in my opinion, quite frankly a brilliant verse - even standing alone.
Thank you. I appreciate your
Thank you. I appreciate your comment. I am glad you liked that particular verse, since it is the functional center of the poem, but I need to change one word---"to their kiss" needs to be "that the kiss," otherwise it might be misinterpreted that their kiss is directed to the addressee of the poem and not to each other. I will make that correction now, and I might not have noticed it without your comment, so I thank you for helping me with that.
J-Called