Posts Tagged ‘lady’

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Closing in

Fanged delusions cavort through consciousness

Viper-tongued ladies with dreams bursting fire

Wasted thoughts wending their way out from the id like fireflies out of a vortex

Stinking conceptions corruptly metastasizing all over the mind

Cancerous growth of fetid paranoia unto recurring patterns of depravity

All spiking and stabbing into possible happiness till I drown in pessimism

Closing in

Nuclear violence from North Korea lights up a possible earth

Crazy shit as usual from Trump blazing orange fury tweets

Accusers and haters surround me in a circle of derision

Closing in

Like a gigantic squeezing fist

Chaos and corruption from government cronies

Poverty encroaching everywhere virally

Neocon-Nut-jobs rattling racism like castanets

Closing in

Like gangrene up a limb by increments

 

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Gone

Posted: October 7, 2017 in poetry
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michelle

And now you’re gone

And I didn’t expect you to go so quickly

And you were such a caring loving lady

With such a good heart

And I wish we could have worked it out

So I could have save you

But I couldn’t save you

You seemed to want to go

And now you’re gone

And the world seems empty

Pretty girl with cats’ eyes

Now you’re gone forever

Jism

Posted: June 5, 2015 in poetry
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slime
The eternal jism of your mandrake mind
Drips down the mirror of your brain like tooth-paste
Devouring all thought-submission
Perpetrating sexual mind-transmission

The eternal jism of your maddening mind
Soaks up the voices of pretty pixies on acid
Takes stakes in the game between thought and reality
Beats up the yolk of your decaying ego

The eternal jism of your magpie mind
Slides down wavers of consent
And drips glistening drops
Of hope on dizzy dream poppies
Awaiting your succulent satisfaction
As your ass trembles before the corpse of a lady

The eternal jism of your moribund mind
Lurks in mental toilet-cubicles absorbing graffiti emotions
Sucks on the sauce-weasel of self-contained satisfaction
Beats meat in the corridors of over-reaction

The eternal jism of your misanthropic mind
Trips out on mushrooms until it sees Mordor
Dissolves dust off a purple paisley collar
And waits for a hand-job in a Northbridge alley

The eternal jism of your meatball mind
Waits for of a woman with diamonds in her eyes
And life everlasting between her thighs
And when she doesn’t come lurks in despair
Attempts to expire while mentally impaired

The eternal jism of your megaton mind
Will not unite with suburban eggs
Longs for sun-kissed horizons beyond
Mere reproduction

winonaagain
I was glad when she smiled at me,
A dark pretty lady on Saturday with a smile that kills evil,
Who writes poems like Sylvia Plath- all twisted and complex,
And knows inscrutable secrets that I can’t begin to imagine.
Dance with me, my dear, through the twilight and the half-light,
Lurk with me in places where they do not know our names,
Let’s be melodramatic and devil-may-care all over the streets of our town.
I want to wake up to your delicate features and your sweet red mouth like honey and give you an avalanche of kisses,
I was glad when you smiled at me.

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