bogusagain
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Romantic love is a false sentiment. Like consumerism the point of it is to keep you dissatified and yearning for something that doesn't really exist. Romantic love's fleeting nature reveals how dishonest it is. Once you have your object of desire, reality as a habit of quickly gate crashing your fantasy. Somehow those lush lips have a severity about them, those eyes you once gazed into seem too close together, her perfect nose is really puggish and her sense of humour has a hard and bitchy edge to it. The fact is, your last lover had better tits and a more pert arse and demanded less attention and now you come to think of it, she was better in bed too. It is so reminiscent of the new bike you bought, the old one was more comfortable and reliable, a little tired at the edges but could still do the ton and give you an exciting ride. The new one is all mouth and no trousers, looks the part but doesn't handle too well and accelerates uncontrolably. Nothing makes me feel more unromantic than a day that is set aside for people to be romantic, it's like being ordered to be happy, it's impossible. So how about posting your anti-romantic poems, be they bitter, reality checks or anything else that lifts the romantic fog that is supposed to smother us today.
THE END OF THE ROAD
I rode pillion on the way back
BLIP BLIP VRROOOOOOM!
the engine belched and growled
as we thundered up Spandauer Damm
my hands clenched onto your leather clad hips
animal skin stretched over animal
the rounds of your buttocks
pushed hard into my groin
not that I was in control, I was hanging on
I am always hanging on, as we race
headlong into some new adventure
each morning I think I’ll leave before the crash
each morning I see you, stretched naked before me
just one more time, just one more time
I will grow tired of this manic world you inhabit
I will wake up and see you for what you are
clutching onto your youth as you take the final bend
bitter that age has robbed your beauty
TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK
in your dreams, maybe
whoever he is, he never arrived
just some unsuspecting dick artist
that circled your fashionable periphery
the truth is here, we experience it
you woke up in my bed
we can debate your choice
that maybe drink got the better of you
the convenience of my apartment
and your long ride home to the suburbs
it seemed a fair exchange
as you clawed my back
morning has a contrary view
your bitter lines, the pull of your face
drawing on my last cigarette
the suggestion of, could have done better
your hangover, adding a hard lesson
to your mistake
well, Entschuldigen Sie bitte!
your forty something body
unapologetic in the morning light
is a triumph of experience over form
confidence over desire
bare faced cheek (quite literally)
occupies my bed
THE END OF THE ROAD
I rode pillion on the way back
BLIP BLIP VRROOOOOOM!
the engine belched and growled
as we thundered up Spandauer Damm
my hands clenched onto your leather clad hips
animal skin stretched over animal
the rounds of your buttocks
pushed hard into my groin
not that I was in control, I was hanging on
I am always hanging on, as we race
headlong into some new adventure
each morning I think I’ll leave before the crash
each morning I see you, stretched naked before me
just one more time, just one more time
I will grow tired of this manic world you inhabit
I will wake up and see you for what you are
clutching onto your youth as you take the final bend
bitter that age has robbed your beauty
TURNING THE OTHER CHEEK
in your dreams, maybe
whoever he is, he never arrived
just some unsuspecting dick artist
that circled your fashionable periphery
the truth is here, we experience it
you woke up in my bed
we can debate your choice
that maybe drink got the better of you
the convenience of my apartment
and your long ride home to the suburbs
it seemed a fair exchange
as you clawed my back
morning has a contrary view
your bitter lines, the pull of your face
drawing on my last cigarette
the suggestion of, could have done better
your hangover, adding a hard lesson
to your mistake
well, Entschuldigen Sie bitte!
your forty something body
unapologetic in the morning light
is a triumph of experience over form
confidence over desire
bare faced cheek (quite literally)
occupies my bed
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I just tried to think of the most disgusting things I could and wrote em down. My fav was probably the last couplet.
