.
puffy
oooh so puffy
Trust you me Thick
first thing this morn
over her'z reach'd
tug'n
Lock’n mine
Claim’n herz'
thuh morn
Still though stuck
Her cute
bulgy
swole’d shut
genial
eyne
Naked and Revealed,
Sexy or Lewd,
What can I do
If I have them on me?
Inseparable, heavy beads,
Bulgy with shady teats.
All you care:
Is it concealed well beneath bra strips?
Gasping for breath,
Sharp stabbing in my breasts,
Lying on the bed,
Nausea till my neck -
All due to the unbearable clasp at the chest.
Tell me,
Is it still my fault,
If a brassiere is not enough for my ample busts to exalt?
Should I cut them?
Or should I burn them?
Since I can't stop their charming dance,
For those
Who only know how to objectify and sexualize their existence,
Without any rightful cause.
It's all you care about.
Maybe what suffocates isn't the bras,
But the disgust for what's beneath them -
And that's what I care about.
Leave It All Behind III
“Who are you?”
“I am he she as you are he she as you
are me and we are all together.”
“That is clever, I like that.”
“Thanks, hey, what are those on your chest?
You have two of them.”
“You do too.”
“Yeah, but not like yours...va-va-voom!”
“You like them?”
“Does a bear, you know...in the forest.”
“That is a yes?”
“Yes, sirree.”
“Good, I am glad. Have you seen
other yous' or mes'?”
“A few caves from here.”
“Good. I'm glad. We can hunt together
and later have a gathering.”
“Cool idea. You are smart, big boobs.”
“Thanks, bulgy. I hope we get along
with the others.”
“Yeah, I hope so too.”
“We share something that should make it easy
to get along.”
“What is that big boobs?”
“Life. We each have a life, bulgy,
and that is reason enough to live in peace.”
*
A dead cat
there on the road.
A cat well known hereabouts;
tabby and bulgy with one ear floppy.
it used to hunt hedgerow birds
though I never saw it catch one.
It would hiss
when
it
missed.
Someone hereabouts
will miss it also.
Too slow it was,
and sadly now
forever
late.
A spherical fish lenses larger
And smaller with each turn that's swum.
Size defying, the fish upon a plant stand
Towers over a cubically curled cat.
The cat sleeps inside a cardboard box
Among dank fern era smells.
Eye lids arise slantwise
Like through louvers of a shade.
The eyes close once again
As though in slow motion ecstasy.
Whiskers twitch and paws, taking turns,
Knead dreamscape, Siberian turf.
It is a lazy happiness, the cat has,
Swaying nothing but a tail's end.
Centered, the cat has no need
To find a fourth flap out.
But the bulgy eyed fish is held
By the weight of water and of glass. (7/16/22)
Bobo is his name, an astral body
his visage is of blue and yellow slime,
there is a blemish on his left hand,
his delight is to dampen his grey hair.
He is from Satura the planet,
he is childlike and curious,
his hobby is to ride dragons.
His home is in Talli the galaxy,
one must traverse across the milky way
to come across this pathway,
at the entry of his planet,
there is a sly old sentry,
with a nose too big and bulgy.
he is everything but pernicious
so his enterprise works well
he is amusing,a one of a kind
hope u can meet him,
Bobo is his name.
10/31/20
Eight-word challenge 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
"THROUGH IT."
the beginning
is where
the end will
show.
I saw the ends
in all
three of their
beginnings with
me.
everything
repeats.
a beginning,
a middle and an
end.
all three women
had
signs of the
same ending
in every
beginning.
they all shared
one
interest:
men.
I saw it early
and
maybe it was my
fault
for believing
that each
beginning would
have
a different
end, but in
the end, I
went all
the way.
way paves the
path.
as the bulgy
eyed lady
fears age,
as the two
named
whore combats
loneliness
through the
cock,
as the vampy
denies
my blood and
drinks
from her spades,
as satisfaction
is the death of
desire,
as I was their
satisfaction,
the ribbon on
my
typewriter
moves,
just as their
desire
always has.
by: Chicano Eddie
7.12.19
On my way to school today
A strange new thing stood in my way
It had 2 eyes; 2 ears a nose
4 legs, a tail and bulgy toes
It smelled so bad and looked so sad
And so I turned around to dad..
Can we keep him, can we please
I'll clean him and do all his teas
Ok said dad but first to school
That'll be my only rule!
The mean old housecat has bulgy eyes
when she looks at us in our fish bowl
Oh, how much we've come to despise
that big mouth of hers, the black hole
Poised to pounce with sharpened claws
She's taking jabs with hatred brimming
that ugly feline beast with drooling jaws
for us little fishes, innocently swimming
Our little bowl is cosy, room for only two
bad kitty on the outside, always looking in
If her paw ever grabs us, what are we to do -
we’d be much safer in a smelly sardine tin!
If she ever catches us, we’ve got big troubles
perhaps in her dreams she sees us as fat trout
In fear we produced a stream of gassy bubbles
If only our owner would give bad kitty a clout!
All the chaos made us soil ourselves with poop
so we let that mean old cat feast on a tasty treat
When her nasty tongue slurped intestinal goop
the beast screeched in horror! Revenge is sweet!
Our owner came home and cleaned out the bowl
Soon we returned to our safe sweet smelling home
Kitty got banned but can see us through the keyhole
Now we don’t suffer from irritable bowl syndrome!
Collaboration with Lin Lane written on 7/7/17
07-08-17
The mean old housecat has bulgy eyes
when she looks at us in our fish bowl
Oh, how much we've come to despise
that big mouth of hers, the black hole
Poised to pounce with sharpened claws
She's taking jabs with hatred brimming
that ugly feline beast with drooling jaws
for us little fishes, innocently swimming
Our little bowl is cosy, room for only two
bad kitty on the outside, always looking in
If her paw ever grabs us, what are we to do
we’d be much safer in a smelly sardine tin!
If she ever catches us, we’ve got big troubles
perhaps in her dreams she sees us as fat trout
In fear we produced a stream of gassy bubbles
If only our owner would give bad kitty a clout!
All the chaos made us soil ourselves with poop
so we let that mean old cat feast on a tasty treat
When her nasty tongue slurped intestinal goop
the beast screeched in horror! Revenge is sweet!
Our owner came home and cleaned out the bowl
Soon we returned to our safe sweet smelling home
Kitty got banned but can see us through the keyhole
Now we don’t suffer from irritable bowl syndrome!
Itoro, most gorgeous of all
Blonde long hair, dropped through spinal
Brown bulgy pupil, her stare is a call
Ruby tender lips, her word is final.
Men craved for her pleasantry,
Her aura makes the devious act honest
Elegance conceals her peasantry,
Dressed in a golden smile like a goddess.
Itoro longed to fall in love someday
But men dreaded her brilliant looks
Around her they flocked all day
Yet no appetite to eat what her heart cooks.
A too-good-to-be-true kind of lady
Every man’s dream, no man’s reality
A beauty admired daily,
Yet a friendly hostility.
Itoro’s beauty was an exquisite curse,
Robbed her of her secret desire
Her goodness earned a wicked purse
Wishing to be born again, she needs a love-messiah.
With a stareless stare I glared
A hessian head with a stitched mouth
Button eyes creepy but kind
Round but bulgy, lumpily stuffed
An old shirt covered my back
As the sun beat down on me since dawn’s crack
My arms flappily held out to sides
Showing east and west on the green field’s rind
Only one leg I had beneath
On which I stood patiently
Planted deep into the soil
Where the farmers farmerly toil
And on my shoulder my friend was perched
Squawking harshly at sun’s rays first
Saying hi to me ev’ry day
For a quick chat – never long to stay
My only friend was my enemy
The one that came and sat down with me
The one I was supposed to scare away
Was the one I wished would rather stay
And as my old hat flapped about
The farmer would quite unkindly shout
At my friend that would sit down by me
Then my friend flew away – forever free
It was first all, beautiful
And the plain blue sky spanned on either sides
With snow-white flakes drifting religiously
Over light-green steeples into a land
Beyond what my bulgy brown eyes can see
And God sat; watching
It soon turned pitiful
And beholding as in a trance a swam of famished
locust
As they swopped upon all that was green
And the orphaned cub watched it's mother's skin
sold for a farthing
While the hunters bragged, brawled and laid upon
empty bottles
And God still sat; watching
Then it became sorrowful
With the tsunami as its hits the glass towers of
China, and the famine in the dark soils of Somalia
The nuclear arsenals in the far east
Which could annihilate all that creeps
And the blood of the sackless on the tub of the elite
Apocalyptic sermons on all corners;
Yet evil, even on holy ground nests gallantly.
And God still sits .........