04.09.08 5:00 AM CDT
• Books
• Chip Rowe
In 1998 a book of poetry came into the office. Self-published, Spinning Succubus: Reflections on the Erotic Dance Entertainment Industry includes more than 100 verses penned by James Allan. His muse is a stripper named Cyndigo:Sensuous Cyndigo,
You’re my meal on wheels,
My erotic delight.
Let me eat you tonight….
Magical Succubus,
Dance, my fire.
Fuel my burning desire.
Open up my eyes.
Fill me with surprise.
Cyndigo,
Twitch my nose.
Remove my clothes,
One by one,
Slowly become undone.
My delicious luscious fruit
On my tongue I taste your juice.
You’re so hot, so appealing,
It’s sexual healing!
Every journalist knows you need at least two of something to call it a trend, so imagine my erotic delight when another self-published tribute to strippers, The Wonderful Kindness of the Stripper’s Ass and Other Poems: A Marvelous Book of Great Novelty, arrived in the mail last month. This one is by Apollo Starmule, who explains in the preface that he’s “never seen the difference between poets and strippers, or between poets and prostitutes,” both of which he views as “artists and architects of human psychology.” Here’s the title verse:
Pale, luminous twin moons
perfectly rounded with muscle
she sees only the nighttime
and reveals not her pale face
to the blushing day.
with its rose-petal sweetness.
A Yankee girl, in Memphis
who knows how to make
the South rise again
and is well-paid for it;
her twin-made buttocks
glowing before my alert eyes
eyes which should be bleary
after thirty-seven beers
but they are raptly fastened
upon her glowing tail assembly;
let it be said
that the Yankees not only ravaged the South
but provided for the reconstruction of its Spirit
once strip joints became common.
Given that Starmule’s work is exponentially better than Allan’s—even if I can’t rule out the possibility that they’re the same guy--I can’t wait to see what arrives in 2018.
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Comments on this entry:
"Magical Succubus,
Dance, my fire.
Fuel my burning desire.
Open up my eyes.
Fill me with surprise."
OOPS! Remember what happened to Chef on SouthPark?!!
Once those strippers serenade you with boobage and Maureen McGovern songs sung backwards you'll never be the same!