Song of The Sirens

Sara L Russell 29/9/11 00:01am

Come cease thy journey, come to us
Odysseus, Odysseus,
Come silently away;
We'll kiss thee all and everywhere, beneath the ocean's spray.

Oh we are warm and finely made
We yearn for thee, be not afraid
Come close to us this night,
We'll make thee tremble with desire, like beating wings in flight

I dreamed I lightly kissed thy hair
Odysseus, tis true I swear,
Then kisses to thy chest;
Which swiftly ventured lower, at thy shivering behest.

Discard thy garments, yield to us
Odysseus, Odysseus,
Come to our warm caress;
We'll make thee sing the notes coherent words cannot express.



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Sonnet of The Boy Band Factory

Sonnet Of The Boy Band Factory
Sara L. Russell aka PinkyAndrexa

It's midnight at the Boy Band Factory
Five individuals shuffle into view
They're interviewed, then scrubbed clean as can be
To be the preconditioned chosen few.

First their hair is shorn of rocker's locks
Then legs and arms summarily unscrewed
Replaced with dancing limbs from a dark box
To conjour a more funky attitude.

Then each boy's brain is carefully replaced
With a brand new one in a smaller size
New voice boxes are wired and interlaced
To interact with mouths, in their new guise.

It's one a.m., and now the boys rehearse
To nail art to the cross of crass commerce.