What is a head hunter anyway?
Are they looking for the prettiest
heads they can find?
Or the ripest lines
of flesh to be removed,
cannibalized, hung on a trophy,
visually dissected and revised,
eaten up, spit out, torn into broken debris,
then quickly replaced.
An old fashioned cosmetic surgery
stains paper with blood,
crosses off the stains
with un-magic markers.
They want to shorten the expiration date
of individual colors,
collect an arsenal of implants, implements,
knives, used body parts to devour,
then pick apart a younger face.
Dark Light
Coughing Anne Sexton out of my mouth
in a flaming sneeze filled with fire and light
to bring the depressed and deceased back
to life. Then I will hang her tiny head
stuck to facial tissue on top of the
refrigerator until her head grows
large enough to create a new vase.
Then her body will emerge from the incinerator.
Ashes will turn into dark flowered trees.
New eyes will open inside the branches
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. She is drawn to poetry, abstract visual art, and other forms of expression. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.
I love the transgressive quality of Cook's 2 poems. So haunting with dark imagery that provokes the reader to savor each line.
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