
02-08-2010, 05:35 AM
When You Cut The Rope Loose
Distrait clouds a sane mind.
[I once read somewhere
"I think that with a little bit of imagination
it's hard to be faithful,
but that with a huge amount of imagination
it may be possible.
I think that I don't have much imagination."
--and definitely not for you.]
But hats off to the tamer
whose words, even though shrieking
past my thoughts, waved a wand
bewitching neurons to switch passages
reconnecting patterns I believed I had hold of.
No amount of therapy
can pill-pop this away.
Does that take care of it?
Untitled
Such pristine brilliance!
I marked X and swung the ball
causing cataclysmic seduction
-----------plastic wrapped and zipped tight-
to contort the wailing to
moans. Your sweetness drip
moans. Your sweetness drip drip
moans. Your sweetness drip drip drips
off my metallic love giving it a glossy
polish. I knew you'd color my world in shades
I only dreamed about. Pumping me full
of dramatic impulses to wreck your perfection
against the hood of my car and as your head
snapped back from the final thrust
snapped back from the final thrust snapped back it died.
I only wished to clear the air
of your pompous thoughts and recreate
your beauty bare foot and bashful,
but as my hands cupped your cheeks
and the nails tasted skin with your perfumed
senses scattered across the gravel I realized
your glazed eyes no longer longed for me.
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