Tagged: dating

The Bureau of Emasculation

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play off reflection, I caught you staring in the mirror,
playing through a bit of high,
but I work hard enough,

it won’t be a problem

always starting at the same time,

always starting too late
the grip feels good in my hand
the rubber against stiff fingers
we wouldn’t want the Callous
they’ve hollowed out the underside
to take away feeling
stuffed with sawdust and formaldehyde
I never could be full enough
good enough for you
sew it shut
sand down the veins
and pare mushroom tip

it wasn’t so long ago
foreskin charms
phallus necklace
earrings always
dangle

Addiction

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Isn’t it just like a man?
Sitting, watching the swaying hips
each conniving turn.


She slithers
through the blue cigarette smoke.
I do things differently,
doorways for suckers.
I brace for impact,
through layer after layer
clearing out foundation after foundation
taking years to establish
but moments to dissipate.


She pulls at the meat
twirling it between her fingers
throwing it from her talons
into the air
to her tapered beak.

Could we all be monsters
demon lurking in the night
loitering under street light
looking to the painted faces
and the saber tooth heel?

What could I feed her?
What cherished memories sacrificed
for the next high?

 

 

(I do not support; strongly condemn the type of misogyny in this poetry,(though it is a perspective in society that needs to be addressed) she’s intended to be terrible because of what she represents, NOT because she is a woman.)

Priorities

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How could I love you

When the breath you

Breathe is another man’s

In the modern world

A person’s quality

Is weighed in empathy.

Did you mean any of it?

Or was it your guilt that

Drove you to deceive me?

Do you have time

For my playdate?

Or am I sent to the

Back of the line?

The Call of the Wild

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An equilibrium

Between pleasure and pain.

A pros and cons list

I’m running into the dark

Through the cracks

Between teeth

And into the belly

Of the beast.

She yanks my leash

Tethered to her belt

She is a walker of dogs

And I am meant for the wild,

For the freedom in independence,

Individualism

Isolation.

I jump into the abyss

Into the vastness

The sweltering stomach acid

But she still holds me by my leash

Suspended in esophagus

A moment between isolated liberty

And affectionate constraint.

The leash tightens around my throat

Her well to do

Tender noose.

Cumbersome Jewelry

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I liked you better as a picture

Wrapped safely around my neck

In your gold locket

I lie resting through my day

Lying in my silk

Aquarium, fat children

 tapping on the glass

waiting for starvation

to cause my bones to wither

and the skin to tear

than as a charm

pulling me by my wrist

I am alive

But I pray for death

Your mind is perverse

Running through the ways

You can bring me out to sea

My cherished lead bracelet

I try to swim

But I’m drowning

 and I wait on the ocean floor

I’m still drowning.

Cujo

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Though I hurt you before

My mouth infected with golden hang nails

Puncturing feminine skin

Nerves tap dancing like bursting

Boiled alive blisters

Though you’re the broken heart

I hunt and stalk

Wild and crazed

Possessed by rabid anti biotic

Coursing through brains

To the putrid formaldehyde scrap of my brain

Spawning personal feral entities

Naked

Knuckles bruised

Blood painted on concrete walls

Hunch backed

Eagerly anticipating the kill

To leech and destroy

For the joy

Of watching beauty die

How to Pick up Women

after a few pots of coffee
I shit like machine gun rounds,
My ass sags like rumple stilts skin
Putrid burning mass graves
Producing poo more impressive
Than poetry
When I meet a woman with a scandalously
Intentioned smile
I become
The fluffy bunny
Doing back flips
For a carrot
And a stroke

I read her a line or two
Prove my artistry
Probe my brain
Probing with chocolate finger
Frantic fanny
“that’s not even that impressive
You should see my shits
Gander the goods.
People come from all around
Towns from the far side
of the world
to seize this masterpiece ”
And when they do
The long tapering snake making its way
From the toilet bowl
Down the hall
And out the front door
That’s what gets me laid.

Priestess from the Party

Smitten
Infatuation induced insomnia
Thinking about my hand and yours
Singing about holding hands
Dreaming of holding hands
reaching out in the dark
desperate fingers
Latch like vices

The intoxication
Caught in the spaces
Between our bodies
Salivating soul
Eager to embrace
All the experience and love
damaged nerve can offer

Words dance around old heart break
Like tribal dances around fire
Embers burn the hair off sorry knuckles
a warning
for anyone handling flame
without gloves

For the breath that traps the words in the corners of your lips
Pray, let me prevail
Past the scrutiny in heaven
Penetrations
My resurrection
Breathing hurts, like I forgot how
Being hurts, like I forgot how
Healing hurts, like I forgot how
For I was dead
Before you kissed me

Even if I eat
Converse, breathe, feel
I remain in that
Drunken mistake
Miracle
cosmic chance
Bringing us together

Armed Stars

My shooting star
The moon’s closer than you
Easier to hold
And in comparison
Its face is soft
Sentimental

You’ve always darted from me
Until I’m trained to your trajectory

I thought I had missed
I had lost you again
The smell of sulfur
And burnt pork

Every time I feel a breeze
I realize
I’m hollow Easter candy
I think of you
The hole is left unfilled
And I’m empty

I keep my chin up
with eyes on the empty
mazes of night
The graves in the sky
Hoping I’ll see you
Speeding by

I keep my mind in a haze
My eyes above the clouds
For the ground is too low
For flying birds
The ground is too hard
For bone and feather

The moon may be distant in space and thought
But when I need someone to love
Blowing kisses at the sky
The moon will be the only light
To illuminate
My stepping stones