she closed her black eyes
waiting to be kissed again
date looking at girls
He kisses her
With a hunger
That has never
Been satisfied.
He keeps coming
Back for more.
Even that is
Not ever enough.
Carefully watching every word I said;
For the moment I did not want to tread
any longer on this sharp vampire’s toes;
Something new I was going to compose;
‘Fable’ I asked ‘when are we to begin? ‘
I was going to become the linchpin
of the entire city of New Orleans;
I vowed by any necessary means;
‘We will fly at the last light of Sunday.’
she replied ‘Please arrive without delay.
With me you’ll grow. I have no doubt of it,
and will quickly build a finespun skill set.’
Sink into my skin? Well she had just tried;
That desire would remain unsatisfied.
The sun was jealous of the sky’s gorgeous velvety ebony base.
She decided being sunny was something she could not face.
Could I please be black tomorrow? She asked the gods on high.
They argued at first, she had to be yellow in every day’s sky.
Goddesses caught wind of the sun’s idea, decided to intervene.
They told their gods that women like to be changed and seen.
They do not always want to wear the same color every day.
They harassed the gods, turned their backs and walked away.
Goddesses went on strike, refusing to comfort, console or cook.
Gods got angry, and sent thunder and lightning; the universe shook.
The sun turned black and felt decadent and daring, delightful too.
The next day, of course, the sun was ready to become sky blue.
Front porch steps and cigarettes
Tripping on a full moon
The exstacy felt nostalgic
Feeling lost
Binging on bad habits
My skin felt torn between worlds
So many questions feeling unanswered
Things we never want to talk about
Taste like butter on my tounge
I lost so much weight
Feeling hollow and unsatisfied
I licked up crumbs to feed the beast
In moments I destroyed myself
I wanted to scream
Punching glass seemed like a good idea
Fractions of memories ran through my
head
Bitterness felt gritty on my teeth
I wanted to pour salt in the bath water
Choking on lies
Grasping on illusions
Suddenly realizing Rome is burning
The scratching wakes me up
Ridiculously unsatisfying
Yet notoriously put there by shingles
Or excruciatingly painful allergen.
A scream for help
Time is in my way
Sorry I sid not sneak my Excedrin pm into hospital
Morphine is not cutting it.
Each time more insistent
On a more potent drug
The last few words have gathered thoughts
of poetry, emotion, rhythm and rhyme, still within the writing
something remains unsatisfied.
The pen is drawn and words spew out
in search of all that's felt, somehow still the emptiness takes hold
and all creatvity begins to melt.
Time moves on too quickly
holding back for no one as the words dangle on the tongue
without escape they linger on wanting to be freed
but still remain unheard and unbroken waiting for the seed.
Let me rest awhile,
recovering as I may
awaiting inspiration to take my thoughts away.
Stuck in a unhappy marriage
for thirteen years.
Many pillows soaked with tears.
Happiness she would never achieve.
because of the children it was hard to leave.
How long would it take
before her mind and body would break?
Misery would not let her be.
She prayed,”Dear Lord,send someone to rescue me!”
Her husband was a 3 minute man.
Her complaints he did not understand.
No matter how he tried,
he always left her unsatisfied.
He was not willing to do
or try something new.
A new girlfriend took her out.
Looking good,she met a man
that made her twist and shout!
She never drank before,
but this time she did and got on the dance floor.
It’s true,this guy did the things
her husband would not do.
After a fight she dumped her husband,
and moved him in.
Now,she’s happy again!
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Now,she has happy days.
Great girdle! She cried.
What happenstance have we happened upon?
Have the two nitwits knocked themselves silly with hammers?
What is the sensitivity they seek so?
She heaves humbly a sigh sumptuously,
As if the scene had the heavenly smells of Harvard halls, the musk of her haberdashery
And wondered how she could fit into such a simple equation
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