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Greg Braquet Blurring the DifferentialGod sent the devil to deal with Eve and so my lower jaw unhinges, ------------an instinctual prep for eating the living or swallowing desire whole. In front of me she dangles my skin which has been shed without ------------my knowing or perhaps caring...to feel only a kiss as I self cannibalize, my limbs melting into a hot, sleek torso. Who needs constraints? ------------Who needs snake metaphors, when I live for the hiss or should I say bliss? My blood is excavated through hers and diverts into powerful ------------currents underneath leather skinned mores, more reptilian than human or half-human. I am broken with longing or maybe with passion disguised venom. ------------Can will power be reduce to a worm inside the apple's mealy resistance? Eating the good seed never tasted better as I am downed, or am I the ------------one gulping for her indigestible scale, my slit tongue massaging her body brail for weakness? |
| Greg Braquet
exists in New Orleans, but like most poets lives in a world of his own
schmoosing. His poetry has appeared in such publications as The
New Laurel Review, THEMA, The Tap Root Review, Lucid Stone, Desire
Street, Poetry Life & Times, The Breath Magazine, Red River
Review, The Pedestal Magazine, Pierian Springs, Tryst, Side Reality,
The Adagio Verse Quarterly, The Little Green Tricycle, The Junket, Tin
Lustre, L'Intrigue, Branches Quarterly, Stylus Poetry Journal, Subtle
Tea, Poems Niederngasse and The Exquisite Corpse.
He was a recipient of the Delirium Journal's 2003 Choice Award, and
placed third in the 2005 Eugene Walter Writers Festival. email: Greg Braquet |