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spit bliss out
i do not have eyes for television
box square unplugged
cable for the rats to gnaw on,
ignorant pictures
in plastic frames support the wall,
as i can only writhe
on nylon chair
that scratches skin
through my shorts,
no virtue to extol
soon a knock
on screen door
impatient and angry
the men to make me homeless,
bacon’s under the grill
beer popped froth
a conscious memory,
i once was in circulation
at the local advertiser
till it closed
shuttered and blank,
no offices or booth’s
soon in it’s dereliction
to fall under the weight of pigeons,
i belch and move
feet sore nails cut too short,
glass that is uncleaned reflects
and i see myself
scratch the flesh of receding stomach
cupboards have been bare,
why did she go
i had eyes for her
maybe my reflection was a true response,
she was vivacious and sensual
tasted of tequila and almonds,
i had become arrogant and dull,
now with soul tempered
by need not want
i was better on my own
Brian liked the words i put on twitter for the challenge so i went for it and this is the result
noun: belch, circulation verb: grill, extoll , writhe adj : vivacious, homeless random: gnaw , sensual
Astronaut Skin
with the affair
forgotten days found new meaning
flavored by excitement,
she would wax
that private place
no longer forlorn,
those telegraph wire tremors
shuddered messages across skin,
breath and kiss
find in intensity sharp reality,
her altar intended
with emotion rendered voice
pleaded for her to find
solace again with him,
he had hewn time
into a molded shape
of his own creation,
no intention to drive her away,
yet did,
lit a temptation fuse,
and she placed a fork in
the moon and tasted,
manic moments gazing skyward,
feeling naked flesh
lit by lunar extraction,
each minute as paused sand
desire the crown
between the two
sharp as thorns,
a clash of obligation
Flicker Bone
taste the cracks of madness
that wait as you feel
blind of thought beneath the sheets,
transit of day
passed over eyes,
highways and country stores
direction decided by suggestion,
words once whispered
in a bar over warm late beer,
all intentions
seduction and sacrifice
after lunch
folding lawnchairs on grass,
she placed him in a bubble
that enclosed in a vacuum,
there sanity on it’s broad threads
became detached,
lifting the conscious away,
he had never felt this feeling as
of now,
escaping quickly
tires churning gravel,
expectant trees let sunlight through,
as by night getting home,
on the other side of doors
is the better place to be
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