Intoxicating Poetry
by Jessica Collins
Poetry should indulge the senses.
It should have a bite,
it should sting,
like
Gin on the rocks,
and I mean ice
-y hot
lip licking,
toe curling delight
also renowned as
Sex on the Beach,
and I mean poetry.
Poetry
should be nitty gritty,
Haughty’n naughty and,
Tie Me to the Bed Post,
And ride tall’n hard
Cowboy,
‘cuz I like it that way.
I mean poetry should,
persuade participants possibly
promising something pleasing.
It should offer that
Fallen Angel
one last chance to escape the scorching
Gates of Hell.
One last chance to flee from that
Alabama Slammer.
Poetry should send an electric shock
To the senses.
Like a cuff to the jaw,
or a kick to the face.
It should be smooth and soothing like a
Sea Breeze and a couple-a
Coronas sipped slowly or
guzzled down.
It should be a downhill chocolate
Mud-slide-in wild intoxication ride,
that indulges the senses.
And that’s what poetry should be.