you’re tired totin’ that poetry text,‘n there’ this whole bloated section on Carpe Diem,‘n you’re feelin’ bad ‘n sad,‘n things just ain’t goin’ your way. what’s wrong with a little selfish, anyway? you’re sparkin’ at your finger-tips,your electrons push-pullin’,beggin’, beggin’ for that discharge,but it ain’t, ain’t, right, what’s wrong with a little selfish, …
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Untitled #45 (2015)
You could have loved me better?Hell I could’a loved me better.But if I went ‘round mopin’ at all the could’a beens, all the should have beens,then this leather I sewed to my skin ain’t doin’ much good.‘n it ain’t, it ain’t like I done you justice.I keep gettin’ hurt, love,‘n I keep surprisin’ …
Untitled #450 (2013)
you’re sparkin’ at your finger-tips,your electrons push-pullin’,beggin’, beggin’ for that discharge.
Untitled #440 (2013)
I have not slept, not since you told me, wrapped in my arms, my hand on your belly, cradling something no one else could see.what could, what could, what could be.your soft even breath, warm on my arm-hair. I will not sleep. what could, did not, is not. in the moment I drove stake …
Untitled #442 (2013)
<a href=”http://www.zaharaesque.com/” style=”text-decoration:underline;”>viperslang</a>: write a poem about a kiss. Lightning creates a plasma approaching 28,000 Kelvin, rain drops go pitter-pat, ’n lightning snaps, sizzles, zaps. You kiss like explosions sound, ’n I want, god I want, I want slow motion replays, I want Icarus burnin’, in your lightning temp. lips in your slidin’ against …
Untitled #443 (2013)
<a href=”http://cherokeeghostwriter.tumblr.com/” style=”text-decoration:underline;”>cherokeeghostwriter</a>: write a poem about confessions Father, we ain’t been much for talkin’ ’n I’m a heartbeat from walkin’, but I’m tired. so damned tired. how many hail marys, how many acts of repentance?dammit father, ain’t bein’ a fag enough? ain’t watchin’ her enough? ain’t losin’ him …
Untitled #439 (2013)
“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” in my dreams– I am time ravaged ‘n sore, reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered. hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky. scrawlin’ out madness in diction. anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night. …
Untitled #44 (2015)
there’s that moment when they just keep pushing–the little pry,the half-heard bar.‘n then the damn dam comes crashing down. ‘n with fidget fingers you clutch the ragged ruins,clutching at the clatter sprawl–groping for the pieces of the fall. ‘n they don’t get the damage done, …
Untitled #434 (2013)
I want you sweat-slick ‘n strong. ‘n how long, exactly how long, make love with the patter-splat of rain on the window-pane, warm my fingertips by tracing your ink, follow along the lines you describe yourself with, ears buried deep in the sounds you …
Untitled #438 (2013)
Buckle those industrial grade safety belts, we’re about to hit escape velocity,dumb-struck passion thumpin’ you like one-two one-two, stage one: you ‘n me, we ain’t met quite yet, but you got that windswept valley glancin’ bluff, ‘n I got this sense of adventure, only a matter of time before it’s …
