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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Me and I

Me and I

Think therefore I am. How often I am not.
Small talk questions existence
Of Me’s neurotic mind
They took Me away
Away from me
And no longer am I Me.
They are nothing, yet
Encage Me
Then He comes and leaves.

My cell: bars translucent
Clearly visible from within.
Retrace steps that got I
Where Me and
We are.

Pray to god
“Bestow Me the key”
he does not,
he cannot. Parce que Je.

Adrenalin dispersing, pumping,
Condemned I finds:
We fear in ourselves.
Ability forms vengeance,
Self made public exploitation.
Self exploitation.
Beds sheets made of flames
Me is held tightly confined
For what I created for our self.

No more nocturnal emissions.

Pure lust dances upon
My lips taste like blood
My mouth runs with iron
When sadistic hands graze, me is less than I
And I desperately years.

Nibbling, stomach rises
Over whelming pleasure’s bite,
Racing fingers
Leave scratch wounds.

Excitement jolts play,
Fear turns the stomach
Making lust, act of adultery
All the more complete

From my skin teeth retract
Handcuffs back into the drawer
He walks out,
Grins the future,
Cage locked.

Me and I share
 A guilty smile,
Me dies,
Of the shame.

‘True Love’ checks on Me
As he usually does to I
He confesses;
Already forgiven.

We take cover.
Whispering lies,
Sweet lies.

He swears never
Me speaks condolence, “I’ll forget”
I responds in protest, “Fuck you”.

Sickly closer than before
We are to Him.

Next time friendly lust
Comes to play
I will take more pleasure
And Me will cry
But with less

The Proposal

The Proposal

As for my birth,
I never asked for this flesh
Nor did I choose my soul.
Still I don’t know where it
Came from.

Might you still love me
After you find societies
Labels of imperfections
Pen revised on me?

Perhaps you could care
To like what I have
Done with it
Verses what I have been give

Could you find me attractive,
Sexy even when my skin sags,
When my skin rips and cracks
Like used paper after so many stories?

What about when my eyes
Begin to glaze because death is near
And I must retreat to wherein baby lingerie
When my teeth are made of china doll?

Are you okay not having children?
Would you stay after I tell you
I aborted our fist child last month?
Would you still want an honest girl?

Would you mind monogamy after
All those years…
And thinking of which, are you
Prepared to be the first to go
Considering our age difference?

We hold our smiles as high
As you libido
But when that begins to fail
Will frowns a rise

Time has a way to taint love
These words may accomplish the same
Still, prolonging or disregarding my concerns:
Will you marry me?

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Jazz or Junk, Enjoy.

Fans blowing hot heat do nothing but circulate stale sweat-humidity soaked air.

Pushing my soul into the street I dance with passing cars.

Look far enough into the eye of the beholder and you can catch a gimps of his mother disapproving.

Inhale, kill yourself. Exhale, kill the planet.

Water filled the room. I float to the top. Still.

Nail polish glues the girl to the skin on his back. Its okay, his wife wears the same polish.

Clouds engulf the mouth and starts tickle the taste buds.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

When We Met: Snowflake #2

The One Who Was Not His Fucking Khakis

When we met, it wasn't a typical salutation. I had given you a hug before I even knew your name and this was okay perhaps because we had already known each other. Maybe we were kindred spirits. Serendipitously, our paths crossed again and after a week or two of mis-matched scheduling we finally went for tea.

And that tea was some of the best I'd ever had. My clove was enlightening but couldn't have carried our conversation any better. I would be lying if I were to say I hadn't all the desire in the world to explore you. The energy of the unknown drew us both in and let us ride on the same wave length. And at the end of the evening, before both of us were ready to retire, we had to pull away like the magnets we were.

It's still funny, this feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can or wants to easily hide.