Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
"Closets are for Gowns, Cinderella."
days after Her Fairy Godmother's
Prince Charming confessed
Cinderella that he greatly enjoyed
on her dresses while she was out
Cosmopolitans with Snow White.
was the same night that Snow White
that she was actually quite a whore
with seven small men with
large feet. "Bashful wasn't so bashful
the bedroom if you know what I mean,
you'll never guess what Doc
was a Doctor of..."
two of them crossed their legs at the bar,
shots of slippery nipples
of beakers. They giggled and teased
past midnight until the pumpkin
sun lumbered up in the East
caught a cab back to her North
Suburban apartment only to stumble
and find Prince Charming wearing
of her hot pink girdles around his
Her Hollywood Naughty girl garter
'Mesh lynx coated corset Rella received
her Bachelorette Party from Rupunzel pinned
his hairless chest. A burgundy hyphen
Girl's finest tinged his lips satin.
visage was tilted like a White Trash
tree, dappled blotches of mascara
dual ponds of azure Coated lids;
planetary eyeliner gone awry.
think this could really save our marriage, honey”
prince admitted stretching up one of his wife's
stockings far past his kneecap, clacking
heels together, keeping his elbows angled
his waist as he effeminately
with both palms.
never told you but long before I ever indented
ankle and swooped down on one knee,
doffed my Addidas and tried the glass slipper
myself and, guess what? It fit perfectly!
then realized that I should have proposed to me!
declared, much to Rella's dismay.
not quite sure how to take all of this PC,"
said, gnawing on her tongue.
remembered how once, three months
their marriage, she e-mailed her fairy godmother
also knew a thing or two about the flickerin’
inside the bedroom.
Prince won't come or else he comes
soon!" She typed via Instant Messenger.
fucks me once and then roles over
his fingers across the
stand fishing for the remote control.
help me!" She cried. "My darling
The Fairy Godmother replied.
marriage is simply in that period
Happily Ever After and the
of Make Believe.
remember when Never-Never Land
Peter Pan because he traded in
Pixie-dust for a PhD and pocket watch.
darling dear, you simply cannot
How Once Upon A Time
were quite content sweeping flecks
dust. I should have shoved that broom
your ass you whined so much about
you never looked like anybody else.
whined incessantly about finding a
in an age where no one has a
nor do they mate for very long.
groused and bitched until one night I took
piss in the Pumpkin patch and forwarded
online Directions to the Fairy Tale Gala.
said Fairy Godmother handing
wand to Cinderella across the computer screen.
you going to turn him into my Sex slave?"
proclaimed, clasping her hands together
lascivious prayer. "Oh Heavens, no!"
her Fairy Godmother.
are other wands reserved for that, my dear.
this into the bedroom and watch what happens."
logged off without thanking
mentor and later on that night while PC swigged
Zima and popped three Zoloft, yawning in the opposite
of his wife, Cinderella, intent on licking
nuptial twin with sin, brandished a V-tailed conductor's
tapped the wand on Prince Charming's thick brawn
blade three times. "Is that your Wand or are you just
to see me?" He exclaimed. Then all was well until
the tip of the wand abraded, whittling into minute
of scattered fairy tale dust.
began to take more interest in the outfits
unzipped on the far end of the futon
she buckled her limbs around him.
PC began to yell out the names of different outfits
owned, she intuited it to signify
positive result of unabashed Male coitus,
the abscessed-tipped wand gave the Prince
diaper rash. "This all must stop right Now," PC Declared
was sensitive down there).
was two years ago and now Cinderella
looking at PC, mouth aghast;
Fairy Godmother charred into cindery ashes.
accordance to the will her remnants are to be scattered
the Pumpkin patch. "When did our marriage
into the Ice Age?" Rella muses aloud, wondering
Prince Charming managed to make his package
so small behind her translucent thong.
supposed to be an indelible role model
aspiring couples everywhere.
was supposed to be perfect!"
it still is, honey." PC says tapering an ash
his Virginia Slim. "I'm having trouble
your corset, but maybe
both hold each other just long enough
the lights out it will resemble the stars
night when first we met and I danced with you
I noticed that eventually, if I stared down
enough into the reflective tips of your glass
back slippers, I could make out the color
your underwear and eventually, if I gazed up just
little bit longer, I would be able to make out the color of you.
you made your way up to my eyes."
said, sobbing a tear with a balled up Kleenex while
who was now tall, dark, handsome and flaming,
two metal hangers into tiaras, placing them each
a laurel's nest atop their respected Foreheads.
don't plan on lowering my vision anytime soon."
the newly christened Princess, rubbing a lipstick
off his front tooth before dimming the lights