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That cat can time it right
when I sit down for dinner
to lay a stinker so no fork
would ever pass my lips.
 
Average Friday Night Freak

Sex toys are illegal in Alabama,
but he was found hogtied, wearing two—
TWO wet suits,
complete with diving gloves
booties, underwear and a head mask.
Hmmm
they say don't speculate
what was in his briefs.
I'm guessing a dildo
smuggled across the border.
After all, Louisiana has some
rubber aficionados.

I backpage out of there
looking for more weirdness
weirder than me, makes me look
normal. And I am lately,
too busy for girlfriends,
love and that headache.
Too lazy for ladies night,
seducing cougars hunting cubs.

Bored of internet Friday night porn,
but not too bored to read
peculiarities that are not such
rarities. Like that Rev with the
skin diving fetish, or others
caught in similar predicaments:
Carradine, Hutchence and Bodē,
though none were discovered
in two—Two wet suits!
Ya, I'm average with a few little
kinks and that's all right.
 
Upskirt

Most shoplifting is something small,
a slip of hand into a pocket,
tucked inside a coat and
high tail it out of there.

Not this lady. She likes it big,
flip of her skirt, a flat screen T.V.
disappears, held between her knees.
Some how she walks away like
there's nothing,
no wrong doing done.

All I think of is how strong
her thighs are,
every dirty thing she could do
to pay for petty theft,
none costing her a dime.
 
Ame

Overcast, rain drops
into the retaining pools
but already captured
within bubbles;
cages.

Earth catches the sky.
 
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Not Really Coffee

Iced caramel macchiato
tan and creamy
I like how you get hard
enough to chip you off;
crunchy, chewy sweet
get stuck in my front teeth.
 
Spicy Tuna

Her sissy strut on size 12
high heel platforms served
enough fish that I forget
she's a man underneath it all.
It conveniently slips my mind
drag queens don't do it for me
and I order sushi, dining in.
 
Beat Off a Different Circadian Drummer

I saw him again like I knew I would
but still it was a surprise
having him follow my footsteps,
catching glimpses in mirrors,
precious air, re-breathing not quite
enough oxygen. I get sleepy.

I know he is coming when
the coffee gets darker even though
the milk is the same. It's colder
with the furnace set where it
always sits and the negativity
rises the faster I speak affirmations.

Go away. I can't cope with you
in my skin. Bennie prescriptions
go unfilled, spent too many days
detoxing them and I cannot do that
again. So the coffee gets stronger
and it feels like a terrarium in here

with all the heat and hot showers,
I can't seem to get warm or clean.
I cannot stave him off forever,
my skin and guts can't take it.
There is a light, just enough distraction,
I reach out to hold a ray of tangible

sunshine that lifts me into the brightest
part of my life that I will ever have,
leaving behind the winter shade
who clings to my toes. I cannot
rid myself of him entirely anymore
than I could a most brilliant daughter.
 
From pescatarian to
carnivore and back again
and I wonder how I did
it before. All this fiber
binds me like a corset,
desiring a fainting room
to sit and moo a spell.
 
PETA

Her T-shirt said: People. Eating. Tasty. Animals—I said, "I'll eat her first!"


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Pineapple Express

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Chokefest

Artichoke leaves dipped in butter—a reformed vegan pretends it's crab.


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30 Poems in 30 Days

30 days later to the last word, the marathon is done. Now the real work—editing!
 
Idaho

The Snake River S's through
Idaho over prairies as the wind
blows a green stink. It's the
manure miracle that grows gardens
while the cows stand hoof deep
in shit for your vine ripe tomatoes.
 
You Spin Me

Its spin is the right sound
of vinyl, rich and warm
music filling my ears, my heart.
Some songs re-arrange
inflicted thinking, changing
mood and attitude
in the nick of time, forgo the
endless supply of antidepressants,
disarming a revolver in a fist.
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round¹.



¹Dead Or Alive - You Spin Me Round
 
Wasabi

Real green horseradish burns my nose
and stings my eyes but I eat
it up with spicy tuna rolls, chasing
it all with an icy sake.
Okay,
truthfully,
it's more than one, but the rice
wine never quenches a wasabi burn
 
Unpredictable

Wherever I move, it's hotter weather,
always predicted, "record breaking"
and I ask why
me?
Does everyone want to see
no-shirts? Want to make me
sweat
and I guess
Yes.

I drink iced mochas
to stay cool in the inside
drip, drip
percolate
in my own juices.

It's so hot the cup sweats
makes wet rings
on the table
(because I always forget the coaster)

East coaster,
you left my bed leaving the sheets
all humid and alone,
still thinking of you.

Drip, drip
I read it's going to be 95
with a 65% chance of rain/
thunderheads back lit
a menacing shade
as I toss and turn at night.

I hear Summertime
on the turntable
I like Billie
I like Louie
but it's Janis
who really gets me.

It's only 2 o'clock but
the coffee turns
into beer
one after the other/
icy cold, they sweat too
but it's all good there's a breeze
and I fall asleep

too drunk to care
I'm in a patio chair
with a Piece Of My Heart
rolling off the table.
 
Prey

Warmer weather brings
crawlies that give me the creeps.
Armed with a rolled up newspaper,
mind you, the funny papers.
Not so fun chasing a spider at 2 am
along with cat whose quick paws
corral the brown eight-legged
terror, the size of a nickle
but gets me in a panic before
a splat and trying to retrieve it
before the cat eats it.

I flush it and piss on it as it
swirls down the toilet.
The cat is mad,
sniffing every corner for more
and I somehow go back to sleep,
knowing there will be, kitty.
 
Put A Ring On It

I guess I'm going to do that idiot thing
again. Buy the ring and put it on her finger.
Needs to be done before she can't fit in her
wedding clothes, barefoot in the sand, sunburning.

Or not, she'd gag if I suggested it,
my funny girl has funny thoughts
says funny things that make me think.

She could say no; no belief in a piece of paper,
because love isn't something tangible.

But she could say yes; yes she believes in me
because love is something fathomable,

measured by what I do, tells her I love her
without a word, or so she says.
This confidence, I lack, I've been there before.

Maybe after this summer, I can measure twice
and just once, cut the ties from the past.
That white dress will be maternity
and honeymoon in Maine, golden leaves turning.
 
The Why
(I Could Not Backspace Fast Enough
When I Found The Answer)

Casual not-so casual snooping
fetched something I didn't want
to know. I liked knowing your life
went on and everything was
all right. The guilt was gone like me.
(But really it wasn't)

I should've left it as is
as that's how you've wanted it to be,
you not talking to me not talking
to you. I've been back for years
and I know you've known it. It's OK
I really do understand it's better
this way for you (maybe for me too).

I just wanted to tell you now,
I've missed you, loved you
all the while through this silence.
I didn't know, I didn't know
(and it's no excuse) but I didn't know.
Though it's been years since he passed,
I feel it today, reading your pain.

I will not look for you, hoping to cross
internet paths. That time with me has
been archived. I'll stay silent,
but I will regret it say nothing, holding
remorse and grieve your loss
along with our loss. You're happier
without me (maybe I'll take your cue).
 
Neonurotic said:
The Why
(I Could Not Backspace Fast Enough
When I Found The Answer)


I don't know if you saw my comments about this one in the companion thread to "All of a Sudden" when you originally posted this, so I hope you don't mind if I comment on it here. This poem touches me quite deeply and brings up feelings that I've had difficulty trying to express in my own writing.
Click to expand...
 
Lyricalli said:
Neonurotic said:
The Why
(I Could Not Backspace Fast Enough
When I Found The Answer)
Click to expand...

I don't know if you saw my comments about this one in the companion thread to "All of a Sudden" when you originally posted this, so I hope you don't mind if I comment on it here. This poem touches me quite deeply and brings up feelings that I've had difficulty trying to express in my own writing.
Click to expand...

It's fine if you post here. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. It was coming to realization of something I should've let go long ago and when I finally did, the guilt left me.
 
La Push: Sundrowning Castles


The late afternoon light hits me,
making me squint against the glare
then I see
her standing there,

windswept stormy hair,
barefoot on the shoreline.
She's a shadow and nothing else
under her white shirt.

I can't help but stare,
knowing she is pink in that shade.

Every song Levine ever sang
runs through my mind
because my own words escape me.

Sugar, sugar, yes please
won't you come and pour it down on me ¹

Because it's true that I need some sweetness
in my life. She's got me already
thinking I want to eat her alive.

The sand clings like confection
up her legs -- I imagine the grit
scratching my face, devouring
the perfection, filling the emptiness,
my holes punched out
where castles used to be,
used to be.



¹ Sugar, Maroon 5
 
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La Push II - Wept and Windswept

The sky is stormy -- so is her hair
whipping sea salt and sand
into my face as I'm cradled here
with her, taking in the squall.

It's her eyes, gray and black
that pull me, fill me with her darkness
and I accept the pain that is part of her
as much as mine is part of me.

Growing cold lying on this beach,
numb to the bone, but knowing
everything that drowns me
makes me want to fly ¹, like the scars
that slice her wrists unfetter
her heart, free her to soar the skies.

We both fly like kites, catching the breeze
surfing above the white caps, safe as
they crash the rocks, the wild shoreline,
primordial and beastly, untamed as the sea.



¹ Counting Stars, OneRepublic
 
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La Push III - Foggy Seen

Standing here on the edge of the world
I feel the icy salt water crash
on through me and I never felt more alive
She's got my back, warming,
bracing me and I right there protecting
her from the crush.

Affirmations, are screamed out loud
for all to hear but whispered
to each other in our nest -- the overlook,
witnessing the raw force of nature rolling
off foggy depths of reality.

I spent too much time feeling my way
through the darkness guided
by a beating heart -- it's strange,
I didn't know I was lost all along. ¹

I am safe, not because of the harbor,
it's having her, a wild, darker child
than me thanking whoever we believe
all day and all night,
knowing home can wait. It all will still be
there after the storm as I left it
but I will never be the same. Ever.



¹ Wake Me Up, Avicii
 
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Horseplay

The blue light of a smart, dumb phone
disturbs my sleep but it is the mix of
barley, malt wheat and bitter hops
that satisfies the deprived in a less
fitful slumber, temporarily, as it is
an untimely reprieve, interrupted.

Slap! and sting of the crop,
she wants to play horsey again
and of course, I am that horse
with a butt-plug tail and whinnies
into the hateful, dusty stall, wrecking
my hay fever, as she wrecks me.
 
Thanks Champ for finding this for me.


Originally Posted by Jamison aka neonurotic


Hello,

by now you know
I am so rude, not offering
you coffee, or tea or my lips
but I want to.....

I want to, though whatever I say
gets jumbled, fumbled
and I feel dumb,
get that creep of red
on the back of my neck
and itch in my armpits.
I feel awkward. I don't like that.

There is this crush between solitude
and the need for company.
I would like to have you alone
then other times, I want some fucking
peace....then I want you
to know the mean is not what I mean.

Ya know what I mean?
Of course not,
you never do and I always do,
scratch my underarms, looking
for the right words on the floor
but I tripped over them
a long time ago at hello.
 
Fall

Brighter than light filtering through
red stained leaves are tears
on lashes, sparkling down curves
of cheeks and the hallow of her neck.

I'd seen her pain if she weren't so
damn beautiful.
 
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