The eyes are dark but the body is bright
The tunnel is dark in movement of trains
Copulation of oils and electricity
Passengers kiss each other strangely on the last day
Buildings collapsing like birth control above them
And the ground hurts like
an alcohol hot-tub vagina beneath them
burnt by all the parties she has known
and none of you can help me
none of you in this novel
striking sparks against the pages
that are written at the expense of your soul
and the soul is paper
and the night is a train moving through couches and televisions
in the skyscraper fire escape night
bottles are being thrown
into places you’ll never be lowered
whole books are being written
in locations never ejaculated gardens are being seen by the lonely
from fiftieth story windows over a night of blue-black tar
paperback lipstick confessions after the fact
the fact is flesh
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and i will give you a thousand black pages to type on
and i will give you a thousand ink cartridges to print on
and i will let all your words and all the letters in the making of your words
out line your body
(because it has depleted scared and starved and vomited my own
white man with nigger lips
and silhouetted pectiorals
i uesd to love thee
cum tippped
sweet dick
crave the thought of
your chest hair flosing
my gums
I sit on the couch and fantasize
slap your dick against my cheek
my neck
against my clit
i love bored games
And people think I'M carnal!
I'm not sure if this is come-on, or mockery, or both, but it certainly is entertaining.
When I clicked on 'bitchflap' (a pretty severe nom de plume, to be sure), I got this message:
"The Blogger Profile you requested cannot be displayed. Many Blogger users have not yet elected to publicly share their Profile."
I suppose if I was a 'bitchflap' I might want to remain hidden, too. But I see no reason for such shyness--after all, if you're writing like this, it seems silly to be secretive. But do whatever makes you comfortable, and feel free to stop by again.
Luke
Is a 'bitch flap'an oversized clit?
Oh, but onto the poem...my goodness--it made me moist with envy. ;-)
Matina--
It sounds more like an oversized labia, to me. I've visited a few of those. It's like sucking on partially cooked turkey skin with most of the fat still intact...
Bitch Flap's poem made you moist with envy, eh? It made ME moist with some kind of unidentifiable fluid. Lots of moistness happening here. This is a moistening blog, which is how I designed it from the beginning. My dream is coming to life...
Luke
Or turkey labia--what a stimulating visual!
And no, I meant YOUR poem made me moist with envy. Bitch Flap's just made me want to pop in some old porn tapes that have been collecting dust in the closet of carnal delights--silly!
;-)
Well, Matina, I'm glad that my poem made you moist. That is exactly the sort of compliment I was hoping for when, as sex-crazed seventeen-yr-old boy, I began to write poetry. You have made me very happy today.
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