Presenting

I am weary of this pattern
The in-out-clench-aah pattern
The ooh-that’s-good-now-finish-quick
Slippery slick
The constant submission
To the missionary position
With all the frustration
Of failed penetration
The batter and splatter
The fence
The see-sawing somebody
Neutered and nobody
Teetering taut on the edge of the wall
Willfully, willingly
Playing with poesy
Waiting for friction to trigger the fall

Tease me and treat me
To tastes of exotica
Feed me erotica
Spiced and sincere
Whip me with whispers of
Spray-sated waterfalls
White-suited curtain calls
Dance in my ear

Let me drown
Bring me down
To the pearl-studded beds
That shine through the shells
Of black-and-white hells
And preachers with Janus-like heads
I am weary
I am sleeping
And my metronome is keeping
Time and being
Never seeing
That the zeitgeist has become
Less a spirit
Than an irritating drum
Beating softly till the audience is numb
Let them come

Let them come

I am done

Unsuited

[but] where
do we go
for absolution?
to petition
repetition
re re re conciliation
confessing
undressing
[we the people]
naked travelers
overrode
over owed
remorsing
re: more
sin
sin tax?
[syntax error]
error of our
ways
weighs
wait
you can’t go in there
not in that soul
unclean
unclean
[dry clean only]
your sins cannot
be washed away
you have the wrong
fabric
cut yourself
of different cloth
clothes
closed

mind

the

step

Poem For Sale

She drapes herself bonelessly
Bikini model sighing
On the bonnet of a ‘Vette
Hot and wet
Sliding through the mind
To find
The stimulating node
Exploding voyeuristic eyes
And claiming them loudly
As her two dollar prize
Leaving letters in her wake
Burning at the stake
Her witchery switching
From straw to feather
Lace to leather
To lather
To gather
Together
A meeting
A meter
A metronome ticking
A mind left unpicking
The stitches
The riches
The cyclonic bitch
Whispers in my ear
Top gear
Is only a shift
A ferris wheel adrift
Try it and see
My words become hers
She draws each one
Through her silver lips
Rubbing them against
Her vampiric kiss
She sings them to sleep
And lies beside them
Coaxing
Caressing
And they harden beneath
Her gypsy smile
These dreams I have stolen
From lovers and liars
Grow into children
Who stare at the fires
Erato inspired
And live
Forgiving
Flaws, falls and stumbles
Disparate mumbles
Of desolate hearts
The melody starts
The harmony sits by the door
A drink in its hand
Its back to the band
A suit made of brushed metaphor
One eye on the poetry whore
Who winks as she turns
Carelessly
Bonelessly
Wordlessly
Into another page

Leanne Hanson resides on the Gold Coast. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing and Cultural Theory, her influences include Phillip Larkin, Allen Ginsberg and Australian bush balladeers.

E-mail: Leanne Hanson