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| mmm, I love a little poetry after supper ... |
At last, another poetry day. For a
while there I was hardly writing. I think there are these certain
levels of anger I have to be within to write poetry and I was beyond
the upper limits. Now I think the kingdom is back in order, that or
my tolerance level has risen. Either way, here are some poems I wrote
during my recent travels.
Get Behind Me
I walk with this limp.
I cannot remember
any other way.
When you get so used
to picking up the extra weight
what difference does
today make?
But I will not carry it tomorrow.
That's a new day
for new pain,
and you've burdened me enough.
Pale, reclusive and coveting;
her dark eyes
pierce man's soul,
her luminous teeth
a man's carotid
so she never wore lipstick.
But they still came.
Whether for her skin
or life
she never asked.
When they'd remove
her lace
they were always entranced
by the white and subtle pink.
As a mister's hands
found her garter,
she would find a throbbing
neck
willing to be taken.
A disregard for pain
at the prospect
of her body.
As she wrapped her legs
around each,
her fangs broke
past the barriers of their
veins.
Going
It's not just a road
we're on,
it's a direction,
it's a choice.
I'm on
a dirt road, going
80.
I don't care if
yours is paved
or fucking gold;
I love my dirt road
and can't wait to see
where I'm headed.
109 In Arizona
My thighs
are so heavy
in these tight jeans.
They swear
if I don't free them,
I'll suffer
consequence.
We Met For A Few Seconds In Utah
You played
the guitar on the front step,
caught up in
years of thought,
frozen to that
chair
by all the cold.
Hair pulled
back to where your neck
and short sleeve met.
The wind pushed your chin
and lifted
the miles between us.
For a few seconds
I saw
your soul.
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