THE TARANTINO POEM   

Stony still and bordering cool
Like drooling icicles in the wind
Of the Harpies coming off the mountains
A breath to chill the latest hotty
From the high school grad
Tight jeans and lycra top
A Britney wannabe
With blonde-bleached pubic hair
On a sea of allover tan
Paid for with daddy's lunch money
Sugar-daddy's money
A lawyer on the lam from the slam
He got from his ex-wife's brother
Then Cactus-head came to shit in his mouth
While he was handcuffed to the motel bed
She ran with Cactus-head
And mined his mind with sex for drugs
And begged
Begged like a dog
To feed her jabbin' habit
For all it was worth
By sucking him drier than a bone
Back of the van
And a ram-raid bullet-hole
To the back of the Cactus-head
And out the other side
Caught it in her eye
Now she's cooler than an icicle in the wind
The breath of the Harpies off the mountains
Now she's cooler than ice
But she'll warm up when the spring comes
And the ice melts
And she starts to stink

© 2006 Michael Hogan