Perversity
I want to scream
fire in the
kiddie matinee,
just to see
those little
fuckers scatter.
The Happiest Men In L.A.
are in love with those
women who understand
that men want nothing
more than daily sex,
and after that,
a sandwich.
I WANT LOUBOUTIN HEELS
I want Louboutin
heels with those trademark red soles,
I want them sexy, I want them high.
I want them slingback and peep-toed
so I can flash the purple polish
on my tootsies. I
want to wear them out of the store, just
you try and stop me.
I want to wow them on
Washington, saunter past C&O Trattoria
and Nick’s Liquor Mart, those bottles of Stoli
stacked in the window, calling my name, past the
summer-clad tourists in December, shivering,
barefoot, like LA has no winter.
In those shoes I’m hot,
stop-a-truck hot, prettiest
girl in school hot, and this
time, I know it.
Flaunt it. Hell, I own it. In those shoes I can
pick and choose, not settle for some loser.
Not drink away regrets, pound back Stoli at
Chez Jay’s, flash their scarlet bottoms when I kneel.
I’ll wear them like flesh,
like hooves, like sin.
I’ll keep their secrets, won’t spill
where they’ve been.
Better those shoes with their lurid soles
than you with yours.
TERRITORY
He flaunts my love bites on his lips,
my kisses hang on his
words. He takes me to parties,
to get me off. It’s foreplay.
Our last assignation found us in
my ex-boyfriend’s kitchen,
my ass flush with the
travertine countertops,
pencil skirt hiked above my thighs.
I like to keep
in touch with old friends.
He likes marking his territory.
Love every single one of these. Great work, Alexis!!
I love the one about Men in LA!!!
…oh, and the one about the stillettos…but you already knew that ;)
Verve and energy abound in these poems–a fearless voice!
this is awesomely written.. :-D
More amazing words from Alexis!
Fabulous imagery! Seen women like you and wondered what was on their minds.
Phew. Still digesting. Got the pictures. The pictures are everything, aren’t they?
I want a sandwich.
(Love your pomes. they rock!)
LA Men!!
Gritty honesty encased in strong images! Wow – loved them – especially the last two!
Great work. Full of life soul and texture.
such a pleasure…. delightful…and lively …..I enjoyed them
These are fucking great!
Whatever you do, DO NOT mess with Alexis because her poems will kill you with the way she digs her heels and her blood-sucking images on the flesh of the page. Hold on for the ride of your life!
Grind me under those heels! I love your poetry!
You know how to get a man’s attention!
You’re freedom and confidence are
inspiring!
fab-u-lous !!!!!
Glen Billy sez: These are the words of that woman we seek our whole lives long. We instinctively know she’s out there but she just eludes us. We can sense,smell her fragrance even though she’s left. The tones of her spoor spur us on–to try just a lot harder. We look in many eyes seeking her inside them. Her evanescent presence keeps us awake in the small hours.
They say it’s all in the mind…. You can read a book cover to cover ~
~ If Alexis was just a book think what you may uncover!
Make my day Alexis! Great springtime Thursday in NY, lots of you know whats on those Mad Ave feet going into classy doors.
I tell you what – I want those damn Louboutin shoes!!! Alexis Fancher – you kill it.
I want a sandwich now, what does that mean?
I love to get that hit of your words – always so so epic xo
I stand and applaud you, dear friend. Little bits of heaven, these.
Alexis uses words as weapons , as seduction, each one necessary and powerful. Yes!!!! More please, I’m hungry.
I am in love with Territory. That one pulled an out loud & grinning “mm-hmm” by the final line.
Not sexy here. But predatorial and erotic. A nypho with a knife.
I want a pair of those shoes! Congratulations, Alexis. Wonderful imagery.
Gutsy and hot.
Alicia
Louboutin is worthy of Edna Millay. I always am thrilled when you really get into developing a metaphor. I haven’t seen anyone explore the relationship of shoes and women’s sense of self worth in such a poetic manner. excellent. That is right up there with your great work on Etta James.
Wow, Alexis–Wow! Your poems knock my socks off. I can’t stop thinking about those red-soled shoes.
I love it when the attitude matches the shoes! Alexis, this time you know it and own it!