Supernatural Poetry posted October 5, 2016

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Channeling Sylvia Plath

Channeling Plath

by Wabigoon

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Channeling Plath

I spread
my legs like a slut
trying to get back
physically remember
the black leather seat
my skirt up
Rembrandt painting it
the chariot
the rape
the maidens behind screaming
grabbing at the ground to stop the screeching wheels
the flower petals trailing from my hand
the yellow flowers on the wallpaper
the Sistine Chapel ceiling
Mr. Finger
the euphemism
the suicide storm
taking me

trying to remember
Eurydice's sex change operation
how I became available all the time
your mongoloid moll
your story of O
your zipless fuck
in the back seat of mental illness
with the shiv slits for quickies
with the burning river thing
the car bomb blasts
the new diseases
demon lover choirs singing The Magnificat
on acid
to little Amahl crying in the corner
because of what the Night Visitors did
with black panthers
and white doves
after the Reverend Hagee let them in
to incubate Hitler
in me


A real Halloween poem.
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