Enemy Blog Exclusive: "The Trouble with Beautiful Women"

 

The trouble with beautiful women

is you share them with all the world

all the starry-eyed suitors

who knew them before

all the hopeful men

who ogle them when

they’re walking alone.

 

The problem with beautiful women

is they know you are held at their whim

cast backwards and forth

by hurricane-force wind

tossed into the sea  

in an irrecoverable spin

that sets you back miles

from where you begin

and you swear not to ever

get marooned again

by anymore beautiful girls.

 

The pleasures of beautiful women

are always worth it

at first,

so

heave ho, away we’ll go

off to sea, boys

batten down your hatches

and heave ho, as away we go

somedays I’d burn

the whole world down

if I only had the matches. 

Comments

[Heather]

I think its a great piece!

[~The Little Sister of the Enemy.]

"I don't call myself a poet, I tell people I write poetry".

[Bernard J. Schaffer]

I don't really consider myself a poet. It's just something I dabble in when the mood strikes. I doubt you'll ever see me make a big push to become a published "poet," per se. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy writing it, and enjoy giving it to people, but I guess it comes from a more personal place and I'm not really concerned if it's considered sufficient by some dude in horn-rimmed spectacles and a hermes scarf edting a literary poetry zine.

Plus, my "real" writing takes a long time to drag kicking and screaming into a professional, presentation-level state. I am never as happy with a poem as when I first write it. When it has that raw, bleeding, lyrical quality.

PS: Nearly all of my poems are set to some sort of voice or melody that I hear in my head, but I normally don't talk about it.

This one was set to Tom Waits. Just figured I'd share.