Monday, September 12, 2005
Gracefully she glided on stocking feet Into the candle lit bedroom Where the glow of flicking light Cast a rippling kaleidoscope Of vintage perfume bottles On the wall beside her silhouette Twirling to the music of Summertime Wafting through the open window From somewhere down below Swaying like a... Sign in to see full entry.
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Friday, September 9, 2005
Looking For a Tryst? Try another hot night.
Hot Sultry Night of Moon Vendetta opened the straw window Gazing out into the blackish sky Traces of moonlight reflecting Silver tiaras on mermaids Riding the lapping waters Nuzzling the golden sand With gentle salt kisses Near the cerulean edge Where she bathed in the glow Of young moonlight The... Sign in to see full entry.
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Thursday, September 8, 2005
(Beware this poem is spicy hot) Entitled: Foreign Films
FOREIGN FILMS She tickled his flesh Like a pager on vibrate Creating the illusion of sex With the sort of innuendos Only a Spanish film could derive So hot and heavy They hung between sentences Lips caught between teeth Attending to the words With bed heavy eyes Watching the scene unfold The... Sign in to see full entry.
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Saturday, September 3, 2005
Endless is the night I can't help sleeping Wasted is my life As I take blind steps toward it Useless is my suffering For others face great pain Selfish is my moronic tale Of life and death the same. Sign in to see full entry.
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Friday, September 2, 2005
A poem from when I was 17, promise me you won't laugh!
IF ONLY If only I could kiss your lips to mine With sweetness and love I’d stand in the way of time. To get lost in your eyes so bright I’d tug at the moon Until it falls from the night To take your hand, I would fly Soaring upward Until I reach the sky To have you so very close to me On my hands... Sign in to see full entry.
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Morning tore from the sky The sunrise sweeping the horizon Gold from Midas’s touch Threading silhouettes of a city Where buildings once stood Beside genealogy trees Swallowed by the hungry sea No Mediterranean summer here No vessels sailing on tranquility Where dreamers pick harps And string... Sign in to see full entry.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I push on the door with slight trepidation Just barely grazing the rotting wood Splintering against my sensitive skin I step inside slowly until my eyes adjust To the musty darkness circling me like a cat Squeaking and howling in conversation Smelling like attics and secret chambers Dusty sheets... Sign in to see full entry.
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Boston: Late Fall
The train screeches to a stop And the people roll out Moving in rhythm Pushing the doors wide And pouncing on leafy sidewalks Busy, hurried feet The air crackles with sharpness Even the newspaper man Gathers his coat and pulls at his cap As the wind speeds along Rustling leaves into cloudless sky... Sign in to see full entry.
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Saturday, August 20, 2005
From a clean night, I recall – a translucent But cold girl, Bleeding perfumed kisses Her liquid belly Dark and delicious Like assorted Godiva She weaved madness Into soft porn laughter Lips wet with expectation As she wiggles hips Against the male Architecture Of denim and khaki Victims to some But... Sign in to see full entry.
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Thursday, August 18, 2005
Flowers for Christopher
On a flat piece of land, Visited by the hot sun Flanked by scattered weeds And crumb speckled ant hills The tiny brown army marches In procession to the drums Of busy bees and hummingbirds Fluttering from flower to flower Carnations, roses, and daisies Long stems wrapped in plastic And tied with... Sign in to see full entry.
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