aye -- a blathering blistering
meandering wandering
greener and faster and meaner and warmer
triangle the fire and lay under water
wanting and wasting and do it yourself
mysteries swollen and bile convulses
and spider erupts in your head like a split
stripping and missing
your mind in the got her aroused;
a shudder and flicker and swifter it's done
--Sarah D.
[As part of a challenge to Mark to write some of his own poems because he's been celebrating National Poetry Month, I sort of promised to write one of my own despite my almost complete dislike of poetry. So, here is my 5-minute poem for you. Deconstruct and rip apart at will.]
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2 comments:
The bile and spiders truly represent the deeply erotic possibilities of an old drunk convalescing in a haunted house.
WOW, you saw right through me! The image of Charles Bukowski lying in wait Olympia-style on a settee in the House on Haunted Hill is exactly what inspired this poem!
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