These February PoemsThe wild horses are biting at the chop. I am trying to break them, to make them poems rather than berserk , maddening ramblings waiting for January to end, for February to begin.These February Poems
Gregorian dates reign supreme, but I would rather be a Mayan, with an extra week in me and these angry poems could die in those days, I would not have to try to tame the ferocity away.
Thomas would balk at their patriarchal cock swinging, These hound dog poems are howling at the horses all in competition for the pen, the paper, or the screen. January poems are starting to wane, February's
Defining YouCarnal satisfaction is collapsing into each others warmth And tasting your Lips, your legs, your lust, (exhausted). You know that words spilled from my lips have been for you and I am implored not to be cryptic, call you out by name, but you have shown your ability to decode me, names are not necessary. Earnestness values my candor, (you should know) you are not the only one who has begun to define the other. Perhaps those ahead of me really would thank me (if they knew me), or turn away if they knew &Defining You
waterWater, beating on her neck, …..dripping ……Slipping in snaky rivers down her back, steam f o g g i n g the mirror bodies crushed together cold tile pressing into back ragged breath in her ear nails sinking into flesh teeth biting into neckwater
StarsThe hood of your car is still warm, as we stare up at stars and wonder where the time went. As i close my eyes I can feel the millions of starsStars
falling and falling and falling sinking through my skin racing through my veins and forcing these tears I’ve tried so hard to deny to come streaming down my face
the orange streetlights bend and sway….and fade eyes closed that last shred of hope slips away I feel you grab my hand thoughts, fear, doubts and anxieties that I&#
the model of an atomic bombgreen and silver. soft, and to run.the model of an atomic bomb
the resonation of your vocal chords. i let this happen because i care too much. and altogether not enough. i’m lost in my head and i don’t have anywhere to hide. empty falls around me
and would i fight,
or let it happen..
the question blinks through my mind like a strobe running on bad intentions and
lost hope.
pave the roads with my indecisions. this didn’t happen
the way i wanted it to.
the clock is eating me away. leaves falling like broken records,
BurnDistilled kiss wishes drip from my tongue, a sad saline-free guarantee; I've been panting too long.Burn
Post-modern pop at low volume strains to exhibit depression. Lonely, I critique its heat:
"It's too blank to burn yet too empty to freeze; lukewarm--not without you."
Tenor solo track now, air conditioned, "A dehydrated display of pacifist sorrow." I quench with thoughts of your humidity
and a futile frozen frappe; gospel kicks in as I softly speak flames, saving graces: "I'll step in the water with you soon."
NowShe speaks her words through knowing glances spilling milk in half-full glassesNow
A kiss and kiss-off Too many goodbyes to list off surviving hurricanes I stutter into you
I wonder am I a conduit for bad attention A transition chapter the epilogue won't mention
Holding hands on the couch we make petty conversation with everyone around us
touch but don't look
important's not a tear-soaked cry about how much I matter impression's not a midnight call to talk about your father depression's not a worldwide drug that's cured through
sweat rushwould yousweat rush
a moment let your eyes linger a little longer?
breathing heaving
on my mind hot flash forehead hit stunning me- quickened.
hold me still.
2 inches apart wanting more.
breaking flesh open door soul pour
connect.
i walk away from desire- sheltered in stained glass cage
i walk away.
afraid.
haven't got the skin for one more cut- all veins now surface blood.
God- i'd love to be a soldier victim taking love
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Over-dressed and underage (What a let down).
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And why not?
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Ei löydy minusta silti
ankkuripaikkaa
katumukselle.
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