Sunday, February 20, 2011

In Praise of My Love's Lash-Wit

Doctor Dark and Hellboy

Come a hoofin’ it over here,

Over toward me, and me

Lady licks her teeth, ready to cut ‘em

Down to size. Remarks able she is

To give, to size ‘em up, sum ‘em

Up, summon up somethin’ suitably

Sick-savvy acidic, a critic to cringe

Before, so she is. Oh she is so

Visual-visceral vengeful (viz.

Venomous) to friends and enemies

Alike. She likes ‘em all, licks ‘em

All up with her flicked out flame

Tongue talk, bless her, so she does,

My love, me lady, lickin’ teeth a

Waitin’ for ol’ Hellboy and Doc

Dark a hoofin’ it on over, up close

Now, cloven hooves and uncloven—

She loves ‘em both, for lovin’ lives

And downsizing the big guys fits her

Gig-wise. Well, Black and Red both look

Fell as dead, and both shook and

Fell as dead before me lady’s lead-lined lines.

She lines ‘em up , loves ‘em up,

Looks ‘em up and down,

Lashes out a lickin’ so

Scorchin’, oh that tongue-torch of hers!

Poor sirs all scissored and ribboned,

Served up flickering and flaming

By here naming them so—

Oh and would you look!

Look at that Hellboy

Just a chagrined and grinnin’

Red skin redder than

In the beginnin’, and who

Knew the Dark Doctor’s midnight

Black could blanche bright?

I tell you, me lady lays ‘em

Out, slays the stout-hearted

And highly self-regarded in

Unguarded chitchat, she’ll

Hit that mark, sparks fly

And the mighty high go of a sudden shy.

Oh and I too have the marks

To prove it, her love tongue

Lashings lift me laughing abashed,

Awash in her wit’s worth…

It’s worth it. I love her

Hatchet-habit, wouldn’t have it

Any otherwise.

So all you prize-sized

Wise-in-your-own-eyes-guys,

If you see me and me lady

And you’ve half a mind to hoof it over,

Think it over, talk it over

With Hellboy and Doctor Dark—

Ah, but they know the worth of her

Word-whippings on strapping

Saplings such as yerself.

No, Hellboy and Doctor Dark’ll

No tell tales after dark

About how she gobbled ‘em.

They’ll just jerk you straight

With smirking eyes and say:

‘Don’t worry, she’s no prob-l-em.’

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