The Hunter-Gatherer (from “The Mechanical Cock”)

In the heart of the bustling city
– a peculiar hunting expedition –
Where female is stalked daily
– by gatherers of a certain sort –
They watch her silicones reflected
– on the tall mountains of glass –

In the dusk a feeding frenzy
– the clink of glasses and jewels –
The deafening synthetic music
– to deaden the screams of the hunt –
Bodies are strewn by the wayside
– the stink of a burnt fuse –

Somewhere in the city periphery
– a tavern of industrial idolatry –
A mechanical phallus erected
– with neons a dancing nimbus –
Where the male attends pilgrimage
– before the urban prowl –

(begin letterbox poetry)

… I’m better with ad.lib.bing
… although better not ……..
ad.infin.guto
… two old friends I believe …
It’s a dog’s life being a dragon
… especially when living in …
a letter.box
…….. with ones brain outside
on the washing line ….

(end letterbox poetry)

Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Saturday, July 12, 2014

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