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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
Up the ladder:
Morning conflict
Down the ladder:
Fly
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Posted: October 15, 2002 3:53 PM PDT; Last modified: October 15, 2002 3:53 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.174396 Overall Rank: 1021 Comments:
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Christof @ 195.172.133.226
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16-Oct-02/2:35 AM
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Top T action in the first stanza, and good reference to the spork, an underrated utensil. Your eye for detail never fails.
devilishly and eau de toilette wrenching...was the soul's conquest greater alive (lived or dead) Where does this lead? hopefully it's just the pain of a beginning; sadly stated and brilliantly composed...I stand with a white flag and surrender to your words, my friend. It's about helpless hope in a distant-ly thought-out mind-less realities. I find it invigorating - like the conquest of becoming or taking over someone else's body or mind. Eve gave the apple to Adam - or was it the other way around? Who knows for certain...the serpent was around. You do good work and always look forward to your thoughts. You sir, wear a cloak around your shoulders...mysterious, mystical creature of another time. Luckily - the beauty shines through this thickness and prowless nature...strong enough to capture the essence of what is important and real in our world of un-realities and superflous flooding. 8
"Murderers still love
In their blunted Lurching strokes" my favorite. try and explain it away. i'll love a murderer as well as the next man.
how did you get to be such a great poet?
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!
Skip to the part where you buy an imac and start writing poems.
Take four heaped spoons of issues, and let them simmer gently. Stir in a background of petty theft and juvenile delinquency then bring to the boil. When the male prostitution has browned, empty the contents into a small trailer park, taking care to remove any stray parents. Add 16oz. of chopped narcotics, together with the zest of three superman haircuts. When the tequila has been absorbed, blend in the voice of Leon Spencer from Sniper, along with the uncompromising attitude of a ballsy Y2K slam-street poete. Garnish with a stint in military prison, et voila! Spagaytti Bullshitaise.
I am completely dumbfounded and in awe of this comment. You sir are too brilliant for anyone's good. Why do you choose your subject matter as you do? Again you are a flawless and elegant marksman. I pray somewhere on this earth your talents are being used for good instead of evil. I guess that makes me the worst sort of naive bimbo. Oh well. I grow fonder of you every month. Like a pet anaconda who elegantly swallows the neighbors chihuahua, I don't know whether you should be destroyed or rewarded.
I don't know which would be worse: if this is sarcastic or not.
you sir, must think it's pretty funny to consistently mock the immense pain and trama of this young mans life!...in time..i will have satasfaction. prepare! i am gathering my peasants and goats for battle.
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