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Jerk ?? Circle (Free verse) by horus8

Valentine candy Warmed to mush There's my lover To much blush Murder tools litter The dry dim abode My hands are crying They want to try Sneaky tweak freak Last but fast Helmeted soldier Hankin half-mast Tingling tiny Trinkets to toast Tornado-tattooed Tater-tots to trace Tilted twisting tacos This Thursday Towards twilight Then toss Tuesday's tuxedo Tenderly taken Tutoring Todd The twinky-taster She wants to hurt me Because she loves me Abuse becomes symbolic I read the Braille On your face Even in my social blindness Insisting only On temporary fondness Resisting thrusts The container busts Our savings spilled loans and trusts Spreading uncounted Like bengied chickens Let's do Geomancy For dear Caesar February children Mostly my siblings Pisces lover Underneath covers Red-light bathed Two faces blooming One is trying The other dying Chocolate coats the truth Do martinis attract vermouth? Masturbating with Dr. Ruth Murderers still love In their blunted Lurching strokes The knife is plastic and many-toothed I need that and a spork For my salad eating Pyre of fire We're all soon to be casualties Of a lover's consumed desire To finish quick and roll over Faster! Good boy! Now play dead

horus8 1-Nov-02/7:36 PM
father in prison my entire life...no mother...raised by grandmother in a trailor in hell (sunvalley,nv.)....had everything i've ever loved ripped away from me...different school each year of my life....copped a drug and alchohol habit that is as smart as i am and expensive....13 months in military prison as the appropriately convenient scapecoat...lived in 27 states...made a baby quicker than a steak(in some odd effort to recreate myself, cuz i was under the impression i was going to die, because i had such a nasty morphine habit one summer, at god's wife's house).....hustler (male prostitution) in the nasty, bombastic film industry of sollywood....have had all the people i cared about the most on all levels imaginable turn their backs on me......and somehow have found a balance and understanding behind it all, instead of letting all that stagnate...i have it working in my favor, and it's becoming nucleur to say the least....in short i'm cusping, and have been trained by the ultimate of circumstances....a piss poor childhood...can do wonders, and of course you need a good fucking robust chiseled super-man haircut, and a pinky up beer tilt...sad thing is that's maybe a third of it...stick around...the time is drawing near! siddhartha and acting saved my life, if i don't perform daily...i act out in unhealthy ways...so.i write alot and perform alot...slepp and eat very little....in short..i smoke the best pot on the planet...skunk #2!




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