No. 4 [Adam's Party]
How easy your scorn
sibilant and quick off the tongue
a serpent's quiver
slippery and quiet:
apples and breasts
And at this party of Adam's
after dogs and cattle and sows -
after thoughts of lying with beasts
(perhaps attempted and rebuffed)
his final and greatest creation (fiction?)
a single rib
for a scapegoat
This was inspired by this strange guy I've seen on the Downtown 2,3 a couple of times. Surrounded by plastic bags and weighted down by a thousand pins. He always reiterates the same sing-song tune: "Adam had a party, Adam had a party..." with the precision of a music box. I usually ignore people on the train, but I was perturbed by his memorized rhetoric. Obviously Victoria's Secret's being usurped by an Apple store was highly symbolic. Of course all that symbolism to this strange man was distilled down to the fact that women are the root of all evil.
And I thought, "What a terrible deal. All the blame for a single rib."
And thus my poem.