Thursday, July 7, 2016

Violent Vegans Speak Peace

At the rally, the crowd was already at a rolling boil
by the time I climbed the makeshift stairs to the platform.
I gave them truth!
Fire!
A little leg!
They responded with howls!
Bouquets!
Bottles!
Drunken gunfire!

I am the associate director and alternate treasurer
of Violent Vegans Speak Peace.
We have our own passwords,
catch phrases,
gestures;
you may have seen people making a vee with their fingers
and waggling their tongue.
This is the Violent Vegan trademark, a call to speak peace around the world.

In New York, Oslo, Paris and Moscow,
we spread our message
with pamphlets,
sit-ins,
arson
and instructive art.
In each city, I deliver my spiel--
I talk and talk and will continue to talk until the creature-eating stops.

Dar L., our leader, handsome in her beret and boots, is concerned about me.
She says that my workshops,
broadsides
and letters to the editor 
have become infused with nonsense about Mariah.
Her who-me? smile,
her widow's peak,
her clever use of rude language,
and my increasing--and, in this case, irrelevant--speculations about her sexuality
have begun to turn up regularly in my polemics.

Dar L. is right, of course.
I believe in the V.V. cause and all that,
but where my genuine passion lies is in imagining that Mariah carries my pamphlets in her boho bag,
that she is there, at the edge of the crowd,
wearing her turtleneck and tam-o'-shanter,
listening raptly as I talk about
revolution,
kindness,
hand grenades and the shape of her incredibly sexy lips.

I am in danger of being expelled
from the Violent Vegans Speak Peace movement.
My loose lips,
my never-ending single-minded sick-making sappy bullshit about Mariah
flows like a Niagra of smitten idiocy
and my inability to stop yapping about her is costing me everything.

Nonetheless, here she comes,
up to my table
with the stickers,
manifestos,
and vegan refreshments.
I can see it in her face, she has heard everything, knows everything,
except for the one thing I have managed to hold back
for fear she might stop doing it if she knew.

Oh sweet reward! There it is,
the who-me? smile,
the "hey, whatcha doin'?" from her impossible lips.
oh goddess
oh goddess
oh gee
aw shucks!
"Want to get out of here?" I ask her, the boldest thing I have ever said. 
"Want to grab a burger? or...."
She does! Here's to my secret slyly kept,
though everything else be compromised, ad infinitum. For Mariah! For love!
__________ 

For my "Secret Love" challenge at Real Toads.

13 comments:

hedgewitch said...

This made me start by smiling and end by laughing out loud. You secret flesh-eaters have the best lines. Love the 'who-me smile' and the very familiar feeling of making a total idjit of oneself over someone and some cause no one takes seriously--and bonus! a happy ending,too, for everyone except the cow. ;_)

brudberg said...

Isn't that the best of secret, the passion in a passion shared becoming passion in itself... wonderful... Now I need to write something too.

Cloudia said...

""Want to get out of here?" I ask her, the boldest thing I have ever said. "

And the TITLE of the ORG: VV for Peace! Inspired!

This says lots on the macro and personal levels. LOVE it! (U R my fave poet)

Sioux said...

Shay--You can do funny. You can do tragic. You can do pointed.

... And you do it all so well.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Well, you had me at the title, LOL. This was a total romp, grinned through every line, and the closing was so funny.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such a cool poem, Shay. I laughed out loud. So many clever little clues throughout and the secret love revealed at last.

said...

I love this. Very sexy.

These are my faves:

"My loose lips, my never-ending single-minded sick-making sappy bullshit about Mariah flows like a Niagra of smitten idiocy and my inability to stop yapping about her is costing me everything." (especially the phrase "like a Niagra of smitten idiocy"; the angels are singing over the gorgeous sound of that)

"Oh sweet reward! There it is, the who-me? smile, the "hey, whatcha doin'?" from her impossible lips."

You are the goddess here, Love.

Stacie Eirich said...

Oh goodness Shay, I needed this laugh today! Reading this was my "sweet reward" for stealing poetic moments away from the sick fray of my household. Thanks for the smiles. :-)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

My first reaction: Oh my love, you've done it again! Remember, loose lips sink ships, but looser lips-heart skips! You're my kinda goil, you are! lala Mosky

Outlawyer said...

Ha! A very red-blooded poem! Thanks, Shay, and for prompt. K.

Mama Zen said...

This is so clever and unique! How do you do it, girl?

Bryan Ens said...

Love the contradictions in this...peace and arson :-)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, what a beauty!

And guess what, I have just turned vegan. I see I have much to learn about this lifestyle choice. *Going off to hunt up local chapter of VV.*