after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out red-light nights fill voids of need my body is a ripped flower my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire gleaning the gleaming water-washed street for an answer to the latest outstanding bill sadly grateful for the slightest footfall twenty for oral forty for full car park dark steam-heavy dark not streetwalking but streetstaggering in hollow-pod hell anaemic-ashy and vodka-fumy amorphous shadows loitering on durex-dotted waste ground in secret alleys back to dank brick or deep throating down on my knees skirt around thighs fingers come-pearled and slick come quick after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out cold glitter of streetlights gleam of cold hard cash cold kisses colder touch no eye contact look away the cold nothingness that we say
Categories:
throating, business,
Form: Free verse
Written By: D. Collins 12/12/23
I'm noting how the new generation will not be fooled.
Lead into going all out in deep throating the Jews.
There are multiple ways and multiple avenues.
Which means, they see videos not on the nightly news.
After 75 years, they see all the hidden truth.
There's nothing more you can hide from the youth.
People are people and all of them deserve to live.
That's what all young'uns see in Palestinian kids.
They're saying if it happened to them, what about us?
If bombs and bulldozers turned our cities into dust.
They see children suffering slightly younger than them.
And, they don't give a damn about color or religion.
Categories:
throating, youth,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Written By: D. Collins 11/22/23
With war crimes against Putin, we were aggressively absolute.
Yet, seeing cities being leveled, the loudspeaker has gone mute.
I hear this talk about "interests" while women and children die.
As if the only thing that matters are the lost Israeli lives.
The world consists of many religions and nationalities.
I give credence to them all, not just the Israelis.
They speak of tunnels under Gaza, Hamas use for warfare.
Then, we come to find out the Israelis put them there.
America should really re-assess where it is coming from.
Stop deep-throating and speaking with a forked tongue.
The entire world is watching and totally tuned in.
All empires fall because they were spread too thin.
Categories:
throating, anti bullying, bullying, war,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Trump in court is not what black people want to hear.
We have a kinship with people terrorized for years.
I explained the reason in poem a time or two before.
I will never deep-throat like an American whore.
As an ex-soldier who dropped down in parachutes.
This killing of civilians, I could never get used to.
Deep-throating muthaaz, just ain’t my style.
I give water and food to any starving hungry child.
I cannot stand the tricks being played on me.
I voice my vote on what I actually see.
No anointed individual will ever be my choice.
When you deep-throat the killing of young boys.
Categories:
throating, black african american, children,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
In my bedroom the three of us all high:
her, her, and I: pass methamphetamine
in circle, her to her to I, our lean
mannequin forms pressed hand to leg to thigh,
one on my left, one with a school yard eye.
We three are, and have been since seventeen,
friends without borders, like grass without green,
throating for water from skiffs diver dry,
strung out on wire like trout with tin-foil breasts
and pupils bulging black as once-a-star.
In my bedroom, the three of us undressed -
took her, then her, now I - have logged too far
on thirty six strips of backward spinning crests
to hide our heal where love unpeeled is scar.
Categories:
throating, drug, lost love,
Form: Italian Sonnet
The black smooth rough hide of midnight dark
Rivulets of dusty sweat leaping off
As he ran and dodged and feinted and attacked
The man, day-glo matador, flashing eyes and sword.
The baying crowd dry-throating the challenge and the curse
The black leaping forward to the cloak-cape-wall
Swelling eyes, and angry mind, a spear a jockey
Deep in his side, bouncing and jolting, searing stab.
The folds of the cape enfold his head and horns
His blindness concentrates the pain of the blade’s harpooning
His tempter bullet spins, back facing his final havoc wrought
Ivory hook of gristle, piercing the skin, kissing the heart, extinguishing the lights.
Categories:
throating, animal, death,
Form: Dramatic Verse