all of a sudden passion suddenly

[WickedEve]

I am empty vessel
placed on dry ledge
to wait for rain

move closer to edge
where's it's razor,
feeling the sharp
on dull senses

let me fall
or fill me

[Lauren Hynde]

and a wave touches the sun
if a discreet body sustains it
if a pendant body completes it

and touches you
and feeds you
and inhabits you
of salt and fruit and sun

a body of itself strangled
       river of lava

poet?
have you ever felt used?
spent and both sides rubbed like a shiny coin?
between fingers is nice.
right?
twisted and soothed.

called a name or names
like I want to do
in a canyon named for some special vulture
that eats everything up
and ignores napkins,
the glance from the Queen of England,
her busty ways are comical at times
but, tonight she is totally letch
and greedy, and loves to have her thighs
poured over.
she got all my gravy and dressing by Paul Newman
in the easy open squirt bottle.
Please shake before squirting.

[Cordelia]

stagnant green until
silver my sight
aquamarine elemental
sparkle only in proper context

time
inclement in cat's cradle
setting

drone
grown
monochrome

To feel the need
Satisfy one's innermost desires
Rekindle a dying flame
Restart a wild fire

~there are no words on this line~

that is why there is a virgin button
on my back
on my back

it came to me one day
the day I was born
just a little baby
with a button in his back
a button in his back

now I am creaping up on death
so not to surprise
there is a button in my back
slightly set in so
not to interfer with my undie
line
my undie line

go to sleep, now

Stop this waste
Of worthy words.
This draining off
Of gems.

Block the flow
Of great ideas,
Of lilies
Without stems

Appalling thread
That swallows words
Which talent
Hath supplied

I'd shut you down
With no remorse
But, no, I can't.
I tried.

[Lauren Hynde]

follow the path
to Hawr al Hammâr

friends you shan't have
when you arrive
to these nameless beaches

or a name

only the companionship of blustery weather
on the loose rein of bodies
alone

just like now
tall and absurd

no cheating,
Laurel will not award the prize of a trip to your wildest dreams if you cheat.
Bad spelling is a sure sign that you are an honest person.

how about if a bunch of erotic poets tell W that war is never a good idea.

here is my mispelled word.
it is pro0f that I am against war and in favor of making love.

poems are goofy
peots are goofy and very cool and smart and can't get enough sux

[OT]

odd how to nod
to drift to sleep
then jerk awake
surprised that you slept

why so shy
to show skin
and self
when you were born with both

who do you think you are

I thought it was obvious.
a potato chip in his prime
short but lanky,
dip interested
a morsal
a tad
a bunch of A's lined up
a reason for this
a gnash

[OT]

show yourself
know yourself
decide not to hide in
in an illusion of real
misspelled truths
or perfect lies
my world is used, dented and scratcehd
but not for sale

i dont want
or want
I dont want
grey rug
but grey on top is nice
I want grey on top
I want

does a train come to your house
with me on it
and my bags?

in one dream Johnny winter
blew me a kiss
it missed
but that's ok

his brother turned
and keyed

[OT]

sometimes
words last longer
than we think they would
or wish they should

never can they be
unthought
unspoken
unwritten

the best we can do is give them
a coat of apologetic paint

or pray they go unnoticed

[WickedEve]

place your trust like a kiss
gently and sure
don't bruise lips
or slip tongue in wrong mouth

[Lauren Hynde]

maybe the strand the bed
where I lie by your side
is as vague as fleeting
as drawing your name
on the crest of a wave





Mr. S:
I too, have sinned,
yielded to temptation
looked through maps
and searched for translations
of words like saudade

vae victis

[OT]

o3sp a chip for me
or am I off my block ?

a sliver
a chip
an axe to grind
knock on wood then men
in their prime
dipped in all weather paint
petrified of warp and drift
and dogs that bark

[WickedEve]

It settles lightly
yet consistently
like dust that won't go away.

They file in to look,
to take my home.

I have my place
today and not tomorrow
then again the next.

I roll on waves.

It will better
away from here.
Reassure me again.

I like my wood floor -
the way it touches my soles -
my windows and views,
the yard that spreads too wide
for single mom to care for.

I roll on waves.

deep down my back of throat
that gutteral
like a mississsippi paddlewheeler
beating on my chords

it's a cry for help
a taste of peppermint
it's the old vinyl spinning
right now
my Corky

[Lauren Hynde]

the night tick-tacked
silently
in the content ambit of its warmth
conjugated
scintillations and quivers
rhymed
the tenuous vibrations
of your skin
when I glimpsed
this poem reflecting
in rhythms drawings structures
of a syntax that produced
aerial obsessions like the wind, the light, and you

[Mythos50]

Oh God must I
can I try
to write a poem
not wonder why
the words that appear
decide to be
when most I fear
no rewrite
is in my sight?

Ah, now its there
my soul is bare
and where shall the fortune
be in humblely
posted unrhythmatic
pretraumatic
sure die drastic
ego smashtic
dribble?

Quickly, send it on its way!

[OT]

winter
cold
blowing
wind and snow and nose

[JUDO]

And Your Name Was...?

Sheets pushed aside
Sun glowing room
Seashore washed clean
Where am I?

Naked, sticky... ouch! Sore.
Clothes scattered hither,
But not my pants.

Four legs? What?!
Snored face, not familiar
Wakes and smiles,
Stroking lazily.

Familiar strangeness buzzes
On the edge of my vision
While I blank to recall
The long nose and tiny eyes.

Hairy chest heaves,
Quietly pronouncing the words,
But what Vodka brought
This rabbitt-hole existence
To my morning?

[christcat69]

Launched from the heart,
love,
smashed against the wall,
bloody red on white gloss,
spilling upon the floor,
so do you want to ask again?

so what's for dinner?

[Mythos50]

Originally posted by christcat69
Launched from the heart,
love,
smashed against the wall,
bloody red on white gloss,
spilling upon the floor,
so do you want to ask again?

so what's for dinner?

Did I ask
What’s for dinner?
Please forgive
This silly sinner
Humble pie
Is plate beginner
with arsenic lace
Ought not offend her
Then is time
For the blender.

Our relationship
Is sweet and tender…