Imported Poems

My friend and I saw Sweeney Todd the other day. We're both fans and he downloaded the music - he loved it so much. (Okay, the guy likes musicals, hates roller coasters, and is as vain as any woman. Um, ya think there's a wardrobe in his room? )

That's okay. I like em a little strange.

Here's a poem I wrote the other day. Firefangled and Prince Myshkin both had excellent suggestions, but they're mutually exclusive to one another. I see (or shall I say hear?) what Prince M hears, and I hear what FF suggests, but they don't work with each other. So, now i'm presented with a new delimma. (-:

ANYWHO...Here it is. PS: Listening to Sweeney Todd's "Epiphany". Lovely song - JD is a histrionic god.

I need an affair; my poet's heart is sleeping still,
Below the window sill upon the pale white bed,
White like doves in winter, like icy frills
We dread, those jagged wide-set teeth
Which hang from rain-stained smiles
below mossy tiles upon cold heads...

I caught site of him from behind
His back, all dressed in black,
Fat boots and a tight Mohawk -
His face an upside down
gambrel roofed home
with two amber windows
And a red styled French door.

Austere and delicate,
A virtual tabula rasa upon which
To write or read. Avicenna believed
Empiricism and Syllogism
Were the minds methods -
But I know better: it is experience
Which breeds the soul black or white.

What, then, shall I write,
With these wan gray hands
That long to linger on 135
degree isosceles right
of chiseled steel,
to feel moist zephrys
Escape from behind closed doors?

A Victorian novel of intrigue
Perhaps, for the coffee table
Though for the art of uncensored
Decadence I'd sacrifice my body
to the cause - and pen a poem
Or two in the glowing aftermath,
With faint cherry hued cheeks
And the darling asleep beside me.