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Poem a Day December #4

Updated: Dec 4, 2020

Poem a Day December #4. This one was taken from Billy‘s TED talk (2:00 minute mark,) which is well worth the watch if you haven’t already seen it.

My Muses

Bugs Bunny is not my muse,

nor is Wile E. Coyote, Elmer Fudd

Yosemite Sam or Foghorn Leghorn.

No, my muses tend to be strong, female,

fine-as-fuck foxes. Think Bettie Page

sitting on the edge of the bed

pulling on her stockings, or Vanessa Marcil

in her white bikini and bustier squatting

poolside with an over-the-shoulder glance.

Think Britney Spears her back arched

just so, as on the cover of Glory or any

of the Girls of the Swinging Door Saloon.

Just don’t go thinking of Bugs Bunny.

If you must think of a cartoon, at least

think Jessica Rabbit with the red balloons

of her breasts, those purple-gloved

cartoon fingers resting on her

impossible hips, the long slit of

her red dress revealing those long,

gloriously drawn dancer’s legs

and the tight vee of her nethers.

Or you may want to think of my wife on our

honeymoon in her size-zero denim dress,

her taut, tan dancing body, sweating

in the Caribbean heat. Although, don’t go

thinking about her for too long—she’s MY

muse after all, and not too fond of the spotlight.

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