for Nia Farrell and Mystk Knight
Oh how I wanted to humiliate Mystk
she’s just so nice and sweet
Oh how I wanted to bend her over
paddle her ass as my treat
but Nia won the humiliation
and Mystk won the contemplation
so I have to—Ugh!—be nice
One is there, down on her knees
looking up with a ball gag in her mouth
Two is here, up on the swing
looking down toothy smile on her face
yes, both are in the same position
but one is in a poem and the other a humiliation
no, both aren’t in the same position
one will get her ass paddled and the other will soar
wait, i hope you shook your head like you should
at that lame image
one will soar and the other get sore
oh no, puns too!
perhaps there aren’t two ladies
on knees and swings
perhaps both are writers
committed to their crafts
into lush white clouds
like whipped cream
into deep blue sky
like swelling ocean
into deep synaptic canals
like rising hormones
like sweet serotonin
like love of love itself
struck hard with
the deep malaise of hypoglycemia
the pallor of Mediterranean anemia
Rejoice! The Eagle is up
You Aztec! You Mayab! You Lenape!
You Bohemian! You Chameleon! You!
Rejoice! The Jaguar is up
You Olmec! You Tzeltal! You Zapotec!
You Deviant! You Comedian! You!
The Eagle is the Warrior of the Sun
The Jaguar is the Warrior of the Night
Both equally powerful, like eum and yang
the contrary forces held in a cosmic dance
wielded daftly by the attuned magician,
the wordsmith, the universal stream manifestor,
the beacon harnessing a band of energy.
I guess I’ll just have to wait to humiliate someone with a poem. This one was written as a prize to Nia and Mystk who came in fourth and fifth in the MJ69 Raffle. It was meant to be first about humiliation, then something uplifting, but I failed miserably and writing what I intended and ended up scribbling this thing about balance, I think. I’m not really sure. You decide.
Note: Eum and Yang are the Korean words for yinyang.