Moist sheets tossed aside
soaked pillows
Side by side single mattress
She was exposed drippings
Dime sack and tree rings brittle snowcats
Green sight meet brown peepers
Plumb late April Boreal Plains humidity
Abittor Unami eau de cologne electricity
Thin plain pink blanket on the window
Air conditioner recirculating
Salmon rays preen her face
Noon spring afternoon
the rain stopped the sun peeked in
Bare cucumber blooms sticky seeds
Hanging over pickled
The lard on her belly
She didn’t bathe
Just left my bleak studio apartment
Erotomania sweat,
Womb vacant,
Minnows swimming
Contraceptive implant
Wedding ring manufacturer.
Damp linens flung aside
sodden cushions
Flank by flank
She was damp
Nickel sack and bark rings
Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs
Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture
Slaughterhouse savory mist perfume
Slender dull rose covering on the pane
Cooling unit recirculating
Coral beams groom her visage
Midday vernal noon
the drizzle ceased the light slivered in
Naked gourd blossoms adhesive juice
Lurching brined
The toddler flesh on her abdomen
She didn’t cleanse
Just exited my one-room lodging
Infatuation perspiration,
Empty uterus,
Pixie sperm dribbling,
Contraceptive device
Marriage band fabricator.
A girl ate a hat, what a thrill,
Mistaking it for her contraceptive pill.
In her moment of haste,
A hat she did taste,
Now she's throwing up, her tummy's bloated still!
When I was young I cleaned my socks
One got knocked off while making merry
One got lost at the Happy laundry or mat
Somewhere between the bleach and spin recycling
It went missing between innocence and drying
Stop is not a word most understood by laundry aficionados
Like good old souls that get tossed and turned to slow
Rolled up in a ball, socked away with all lost socks
Life is not worth living without clean socks
I'll settle for a pair of dirty
Feet need a match for immortality
I grow old and withered with one contraceptive on
A device, a worn out unholy sock full of holes
Not unlike a donut without a nose
As is my story once it is told
Making many children makes me bitter
Sometimes I get my socks knocked off
But they return to me no matter what
It does not matter much to me
What is one more mouth to feed
One more sock or soul to mend
Feet need security
Or they will be darned forever
Return to me my virginity, my sanity
Lost socks, lost innocence are all the same
Where do they go when they go missing?
Sock heaven or maternity leave?
Socks give me little pleasure
Laundromats give me less
This be something like a Hy-mn,
so stop to begin, that was sang then with breaths we did send
our intentions, and in seconds granted perceptions, cause vibrations
have meanings and deception, spread so this screen is like a
contraceptive killing my creativity till i collect it and bet it,
cause i love it and won't let it get beaten down or forgotten the sounds
of love she's all around us talking,
so like a needle of light, its needless to stop tonight, if you livid in life,
get lifted to flight, that minds speed stops fright,
Cause solving problems be our waviest might watch Endurance in life,
this grove be the rhythm of Live from a heart beat to a grave
lived in between spent on the pave, with poetry coming in waves,
like surfing a Fransisco parade, swing from building painting
Peace or Death we've collapsed our spirits have lapsed,
im drunk and high to forget and only focus on That,
images be splat, imaginations can't act, could you start imaging that?
a peace you could grasp, what worlds could you ask?
if mining Your Mind was your one and only task?
MISSED HER PERIOD
SO she called at dawn
By then I was around cloud nine in a certain lovely lawn
Her groans and tears were so loud to make me vacate sleep
When my eyes opened, From arm's length her emotions were so deep
So I asked, 'what are you doing here? It's late'
'I missed my period' she categorically did state
What? I fearfully asked
She said ' I couldn't menstruate
''I used to flow at least every day
But it's been week since my ink felt paper''
My eyes became flooded
Her emotions got her impregnated
I starved her of my contraceptive hands
Whiles I watched her in her idle state with my naked eyes
Now, She's missed her period.
She wanted to abort
But I said no to that future effort
So she was delivered of that beautiful baby
Invested me with an additional responsibility
My lexicon I ought to increase
For my words ought to be enough,
To satisfy both her and her baby.
You said the man you talked with is blind
But he pointed out fingers to someone he's then unkind
You talked with a blind person
But he can give someone poison
You said he walks kind and tender
But cannot you accept as true he's a pretender
You give him eyeglasses and add him a walking stick
But worthy of someone who'd frequently kick
Someone who'd frequently kick your relative
Though positive we'd frequently make him contraceptive
He'd not be literate or limit him being in-educative
You said the man you talked with is blind
But he pointed out fingers to someone he's then unkind
You talked with a blind person
But he can give someone poison
You said he walks kind and tender
But cannot you accept as true he's a pretender
You give him eyeglasses and add him a walking stick
But worthy of someone who'd frequently kick
Someone who'd frequently kick your relative
Though positive we'd frequently make him contraceptive
He'd not be literate or limit him being un-educative
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame
Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?
Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show
Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
It was the second Saturday of the month
In the afternoon, before lunch, we made love
It has become our ceremonial sacrament.
I entered her, and I thought,
Does she feel anything?
Beyond my curiosity, it was nice
An out of body experience
Propelling forward
Drawing back
Impaling her like
A surgeon engraves a patient
Making his mark
Just as I made mine.
So many Saturdays
Stealing the purity from
The marriage bed
Attempting to not make evidence
I mounted her
straddling her thighs
Looking at the family photo above the bed
Her horizontal skin adhering to mine
It is odd that I felt this way for her
As I laid on top of her
Ears rubbing
Necks caressing
Bodies uniquely intertwining
like octopuses
fighting over the same boat
We had to stop.
As I quietly left, tucking her under the covers
Leaving my forty-six dollars and fifty-eight cents
On the kitchen counter
for my services and
fresh box of condoms,
Placing the cum filled contraceptive
in her husbands slippers
Knowing he comes home from work tired;
hopefully as tired as I made his wife.
She opened thoses legs of hers again
and I shake my head cause she's pregnant again
gone through too many abortions to count
another baby that never got a chance to exsist
Another life that won't be reminised
cause you decided you wanted to have sex with no
limitations
No guy has to make reservations
you just offer invitations
Into a place that's suppose to be sacred
You don't care about saving face
you just want that sudden rush
between your legs
Sex
It's how you define love
A couple of thurst and pleasure
and than the next morning
the guilt starts to happen
The attraction was too much
to stop for just one second
To rap it up
It's your life and I know I can't say
but how does it make you feel
to know your a regular in the clinic
Your a regular in throwing life away
It makes me sick to see you so relieved
Like this is another mistake you avoided
Why can't you just use contraceptive
than their would be no scare
or unwanted visits to clinics
No abortion needed
No test that read postive
I wish you cared enough
to use a condom
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