E. Maria Shelton Speller

Queen!

by E. Maria Shelton Speller 

Explode:  Epic Poetry

Copyright © Authorhouse, 2004 

Flagrancy 

draped over flesh folding, 

overlapping, lapping, titties like water 

Coursing over plantations 

landing on designer gods

She’s the Queen of make believe

dross, lace, and fancies

the strumpet of style and envy

supply and demand

framing references

of fragmentation and icons

the whore of big business 

luxury and privilege 

Capital Supreme

She gives it to you

every time

the same kiss same trade

whispering buy me

while you sit splayed still

eating her conditions

wanting more between 

feasts

An electric whore transfixed on fiction

screaming peans of promises

in fleeting imagery faster than you can think

Candle eyes revealing

nothing and something equally

commercial bitch

coca cola coochie

The queen of white hot dreams and fantasies 

Dreaming the business of culture 

for recycled cyclical people

in suspended disbelief

Chronos’ eating children again

consuming – regurgitating 

the piss Ellison smelled in the hallway 

the blood he saw at the top of the stairs

of the worn unfresh and rotted 

postmodern prostitute 

circumscribing your will to dream 

someone you

White voodoo yahoo

looping tricks for

fifteen pimps

Coliseum dreamers

in concert muffle

the scream 

Hegemony is a bore!

Capitalism is a whore!

Patriarchy is a sham!

Subjugation is complete!

You can’t dream for me…

Children of the light!

dreaming in strophe

what she dreams

what she thinks

what she wants you to need

what she wants you to buy

when to laugh 

cry

what to eat and how often

who to love

hate

how to suffer 

on her terms

Dreamers of the light!

dancing for the gods

in collective nothingness

tweaked to think vapid 

celebrated center-folds

of flagrancy at your expense

dare to dream

alone in dark energy

Turn off the lights 

of the Queen of white hot fantasies

in unsuspended disbelief 

Let’s make believe!

The Sirens’ in the room

and you applaud

on your knees

Give props to the Queen of postmodern dreams

of white white-white hot trips

on Lilly fields designed 

for you to dance 

for the gods

pimping their dreams of her… and them

on wide screen… for you 

~dance

Kill your TV!

Fun Espresso

by E. Maria Shelton Speller

Explode: Epic Poetry

Copyright © Authorhouse, 2004

Egad, the Casbah in Santa Barbara

Part of the fun is the embrace of perfume

Cafe Angelica Emerald Creme

A sabbatical delay waiting to be served

A ceremonial promenade hunched over gazettes

Unwelcome raindrops splatter the canvassed toes of my shoes

Thus the au courant cartoons on my stringy denim knees

Inside at last, I'm saved and Mocha Berry satisfied

Like the face of the fretless little girl

Blowing candy off the floor in her mouth

Clicking up and down in shoes too big for her feet

Stealing glances at an intellectual jerk

Chocolate Cherry satisfied between deep banter

With a friend floating in Vanilla Colada

Part of the fun is real references to books

And book references to real well-read attitudes

What's the shiniest patented leather flats

On the girl with the silkiest blond hair

Doing with the darkest man

In Dreadlocks and Birkenstocks?

No talk between them

Then they're sharing the table

Those lined outside will share tables too

The Raspberry Almond can sit with me

Keeping the beat with an aggravated drum lead

His body twitched with jazzy guitar licks 

He smiled between the plugs in his ears

And faces fade into a mirror in the back

Part of the fun is waking up here 

In an essay on spice and circumstance

A sabbatical renewal once more

On a regional affirmation of decadence

This day of rest I worship Santa Barbara

And the celestial trip I straddle

To be able to dry my canvassed toes

With the heat of Golden Pecan

And the fervent chill of observation

In my sanctioned Casbah

In my sabbatical home

I hold my head up

My cup running over

Reading books and people vicariously

Egad, I am dry and satisfied.