Expel Specious Dialogue
Old woman walks
the barren dirt
road looking for
a tear in the
threadbare
cloth
Edges of a dream
once held by the
ones who no
longer
play here
their concrete
lives bleached
effervescence
etching the
landscape define
red flowers
That rise at dawn
the barren dirt
road looking for
a tear in the
threadbare
cloth
Edges of a dream
once held by the
ones who no
longer
play here
their concrete
lives bleached
effervescence
etching the
landscape define
red flowers
That rise at dawn
Brass key turns
the lock deflecting
the pulse of time
Released from the
pocket of a quarter
moon the ones
who shave their
heads for Mary
entwine themselves
with the reeds
growing too tall
to see the grid
clearly
relying on those
who count defeat
lying down
Cold hard, basement
floor stinks
Fake, broken fingernails caught, on ropes and chains
Filthy Davenport cushions sink, where porn leaks over and over again
Closets crammed with black rubber and lace
Size 12 stilletos line the wall
Lipstick not my shade
smeared across the vanity
along with your lip prints on the bukakki cup half empty
Concealed, secrets hidden from yourself
Is this the real you or just pretend
Anonymous
Butterflies flutter all in my head
tis nothing,
not even one word is said...
My writer's block feeling.
it's there... then... *poof*
it flies away....
Anonymous
Valeriyabeyond said:Cold hard, basement
floor stinks
Fake, broken fingernails caught, on ropes and chains
Filthy Davenport cushions sink, where porn leaks over and over again
Closets crammed with black rubber and lace
Size 12 stilletos line the wall
Lipstick not my shade
smeared across the vanity
along with your lip prints on the bukakki cup half empty
Concealed, secrets hidden from yourself
Is this the real you or just pretend
looooove
🖤 🌹
floor stinks
Fake, broken fingernails caught, on ropes and chains
Filthy Davenport cushions sink, where porn leaks over and over again
Closets crammed with black rubber and lace
Size 12 stilletos line the wall
Lipstick not my shade
smeared across the vanity
along with your lip prints on the bukakki cup half empty
Concealed, secrets hidden from yourself
Is this the real you or just pretend
looooove
🖤 🌹
White linen, cornered
and tucked
Soiled by desires
that hang.
Ligaments, twisted
cartiledge, a cohesive
weld binding
the wicked energy
of flocculation.
Dogs teeth chaw,
ptyalise the cud,
of dead persona
trapped, in
the windings of
morning glories,
heads
plucked, carried
by East wind
Clergy, burrow beside
the river churning.
Sinful tongues removed, from retired priests.
Genitals stretch, as
they drag the
lode stone to
freedom
and tucked
Soiled by desires
that hang.
Ligaments, twisted
cartiledge, a cohesive
weld binding
the wicked energy
of flocculation.
Dogs teeth chaw,
ptyalise the cud,
of dead persona
trapped, in
the windings of
morning glories,
heads
plucked, carried
by East wind
Clergy, burrow beside
the river churning.
Sinful tongues removed, from retired priests.
Genitals stretch, as
they drag the
lode stone to
freedom
