A Passing Fancy

Dearest Gentleman,

Why must you insist on wearing such lovely suits and styling your hair so? I know you only do it to tempt my sinner’s soul, the devil that you are. But, would it not be more pleasurable to dispense with these plodding feints and instead engage our blades in a more manly game?

I would give you a crocheted rose to place in your breast pocket, and it would be so sharp as to prick your soul and let it pour out of your heart, gush through your ribs and mingle with mine own, which is already outpoured. I would you touch my hand - even the lightest touch, lighter than an angel’s whisper - would send sinful tremors to rattle the base of my being and upturn and unfound the once-thought-strong pillars of my mind. I would a thousand sweet words drip in your ear as we lie cradling each other in a fortress of linens safe from the whirling burly outside. 

I would these things and a thousand more. But. 

I sit a place thousand and more apart from you. We, two stars on a parallel course fated to never cross, but I suffer the greatest - for I see your light and long for it upon my face - while you greedily bask in your own holy light, ignorant of those shining basely around you. 

Love,

The Boy

There once was a girl named Davielle.
She bore on her back a swirly shell.
She’d crawl on the beach searching for food,
But in her heart, she wanted a dude.
That night she sat and ate cracked crab claw.
She looked ‘cross the beach and what did she saw?
A man, just like her, crouched in a shell.
She had found her man, a man for Davielle.

Subjects people wanted me to write a poem about:

1) Cameron’s body

2) Cookies

3) Davielle

4) How the shower turns cold when you flush the toilet

5) poop

6) The trials and tribulations of being a white wrapper in a black wrappers world

7) A wizard, dragon and pirate hooker

8) shoe strings

9) a poem about a person posting about ideas to write a poem about

I’ll cross them out as I write them

Electric pulses of a synthetic heartbeat,

Driving me to my knees, ecstasy.

Hear the siren sounding.

Hear the liquid beat

Running through my veins, 

Burning my lungs, cutting my skin

Silver-white liquid tremors, ecstasy.

Give me peace, give me silence

Give me hope and get me high.

Thunderous roar and trembling earth and rock and snapping bone and 

bleeding raw and bloody red and pink and white

Feet pounding solid earth, life bursting, throwing me facefirst into eternal trembling

ecstasy.

Pound me down, break me up, blow me to the wind, blow me to the endless void

I will loose myself in the pounding, breaking bass. 

Break my skull, blood in my eyes.

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I am the snake that eats itself

I am the locust and the haze

I am the hidden dagger and

the swirling, bleeding blaze

I am the hammer of the gods

The judgement and the prayer,

For all who walk in my shadow 

Are blessed and may share

The potent message that I sing:

Death is everywhere.

I am the snake that eats itself

I am the locust and the haze

I am the hidden dagger and

the swirling, bleeding blaze

I am the hammer of the gods

The judgement and the prayer.

I am the one all men will meet

But none know how nor why nor where.

Like the dusty hours that lay

betwixt the sheets of night and day,

Me and my love together slept all night.

We lay entwined ‘neath sheets of silvery dew,

I turn to my love, his cheek so fair,

and ask, quite calmly,

‘Why, my love, do you have so much hair?”

He stared at me, his cheeks turned blue,

And he dashed away and out of sight.

Leaving me alone in that time that doth lay

betwixt the sheets of night and day.