Submissions by Deathproof
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My aim is to document a life, all the way to the grave...time will tell if I was bluffing or not....
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Sep 2017 8:57pm
27th Sep 2017 8:57pm
the blood bank blues
Been down to the big bank, all the suit-talk guys, talking insurance money money, big deals big dollars, shakey handshakes, old school ties.
Dangerous place, can ruin a man’s ethics, too much blood turned to gold, not a smile out of place.
White men, black suits, and a voice in me daring to throw a punch, start a fight in the lift.
The man with me asks me what’s up, realise I’m smiling, shut it down, too much given away, not the done thing here, not until the blood is dry on the ink.
But they’d love me for...
Dangerous place, can ruin a man’s ethics, too much blood turned to gold, not a smile out of place.
White men, black suits, and a voice in me daring to throw a punch, start a fight in the lift.
The man with me asks me what’s up, realise I’m smiling, shut it down, too much given away, not the done thing here, not until the blood is dry on the ink.
But they’d love me for...
635 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 9:29pm
24th Feb 2014 9:29pm
8 weeks not dead
at the start of this year
the morning after new years eve
I lay on a hotel bed
next to a beautiful woman I have always loved
who has never loved me, could never love me
feeling the kind of loneliness you can only feel
lying next to someone like that
the white hotel sheets were stained with shit and cum
from taking her in her most unlovable place
after more hard liquor than anything good ever needed
out the window a container port hummed and revved and banged
and I...
the morning after new years eve
I lay on a hotel bed
next to a beautiful woman I have always loved
who has never loved me, could never love me
feeling the kind of loneliness you can only feel
lying next to someone like that
the white hotel sheets were stained with shit and cum
from taking her in her most unlovable place
after more hard liquor than anything good ever needed
out the window a container port hummed and revved and banged
and I...
1085 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 9:22pm
28th Jan 2014 9:22pm
say forever if you want
no point pretending
that this love
or any love
will outlast
the last
of everything
but
it might stay still long enough
for us to get comfortable with it;
roll it on the back of our tongues
get a taste of its aromas
before we spit it
on the floor
that this love
or any love
will outlast
the last
of everything
but
it might stay still long enough
for us to get comfortable with it;
roll it on the back of our tongues
get a taste of its aromas
before we spit it
on the floor
881 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 5:07am
18th Jan 2014 5:07am
whatever you do, don't poetry
everybody knows that the sun is good for your cock
I take mine like medicine
naked down in the orchard
lay in the long grass among the rows of macadamia trees
not far from the farm dam at the bottom of the hill
below the house
my dog comes too
always lays close
with a stick he’s pulled from wherever dogs find ‘em
usually as thick as my wrist and long as my leg
waits while I lay there
sweat dripping off me
windless and scorching
protected by the trees
just across that small dam a stand of forest...
I take mine like medicine
naked down in the orchard
lay in the long grass among the rows of macadamia trees
not far from the farm dam at the bottom of the hill
below the house
my dog comes too
always lays close
with a stick he’s pulled from wherever dogs find ‘em
usually as thick as my wrist and long as my leg
waits while I lay there
sweat dripping off me
windless and scorching
protected by the trees
just across that small dam a stand of forest...
820 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 4:38am
9th Jan 2014 4:38am
the one-more-time blues
ok so i fell in love
no big deal
it’s not going to change anything
if a man falls in love in the woods
and there was no one there to hear it
did he still fall in love?
didn’t even fall, really
stayed upright
not the kind of bloke to fall
for anything
sure as hell not twice
and been in love once before
ended badly
ended like all addictions end
when you realise the good shit
has been buried by the bad shit
so I stripped that woman off me
like a nicotine patch
then had...
no big deal
it’s not going to change anything
if a man falls in love in the woods
and there was no one there to hear it
did he still fall in love?
didn’t even fall, really
stayed upright
not the kind of bloke to fall
for anything
sure as hell not twice
and been in love once before
ended badly
ended like all addictions end
when you realise the good shit
has been buried by the bad shit
so I stripped that woman off me
like a nicotine patch
then had...
954 reads
25 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 00:22am
6th Sep 2013 00:22am
where the real f**kers burn
1130 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 4:30am
14th Jun 2013 4:30am
dead as I need it
It’s Friday
so I know what’s coming
can taste it
have trouble concentrating at work
‘cos let's talk straight;
I need what this is
will do two cans of bourbon on the drive home
arrive
shoes off
shirt off
phone off
roll a joint
get out the bourbon bottle
walk to the porch
sit down with a book
get serious
keep the joints coming
keep the liquor coming
let the moon come up and see for herself
will ride out the first half hour of the dope
when the well of sadness comes ...
so I know what’s coming
can taste it
have trouble concentrating at work
‘cos let's talk straight;
I need what this is
will do two cans of bourbon on the drive home
arrive
shoes off
shirt off
phone off
roll a joint
get out the bourbon bottle
walk to the porch
sit down with a book
get serious
keep the joints coming
keep the liquor coming
let the moon come up and see for herself
will ride out the first half hour of the dope
when the well of sadness comes ...
1040 reads
21 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Oct 2012 00:24am
4th Oct 2012 00:24am
melody of the brave
supposing you had two sisters
one was never touchable
in joy
or pain
or truth
lest you scratch away the gloss
and betray her emptiness’
the other
usually a mess
and bleeding from the edges for it
unknowable
because she was closer to what you are
than you could admit
and so you distrusted her frailties
hard
...
one was never touchable
in joy
or pain
or truth
lest you scratch away the gloss
and betray her emptiness’
the other
usually a mess
and bleeding from the edges for it
unknowable
because she was closer to what you are
than you could admit
and so you distrusted her frailties
hard
...
847 reads
22 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2012 10:53pm
2nd Oct 2012 10:53pm
some kind of king
I know I’m a fuck up
just like I know you are too
and this is how;
we get born
as close to human as we’ll ever be
covered in mucus and perfection
then into the arms of the broken people
who’ll do us wrong
by spilling their un-rose-coloured lives into us
while we are too young to know
that mommy and daddy and uncle
don’t have a fucking clue
and worse
that they love us most
when we fail
so they can say something along the lines...
just like I know you are too
and this is how;
we get born
as close to human as we’ll ever be
covered in mucus and perfection
then into the arms of the broken people
who’ll do us wrong
by spilling their un-rose-coloured lives into us
while we are too young to know
that mommy and daddy and uncle
don’t have a fucking clue
and worse
that they love us most
when we fail
so they can say something along the lines...
814 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Sep 2012 4:36am
28th Sep 2012 4:36am
if grief was 6' 6"
there is a kind of warrior who does not fight with words or weapons
who stands naked in front of life
knifeless
wears the whips of the unkind
as sand wears the cruelties of waves;
endless readjustments
ebb
flow
stay
go
this morning pulled over on the side of the road
bereft
to cry tears of anger
for a child lost to the ugliness of diagnosis
and death by a thousand kindnesses called cure
then tears again for the days after ...
who stands naked in front of life
knifeless
wears the whips of the unkind
as sand wears the cruelties of waves;
endless readjustments
ebb
flow
stay
go
this morning pulled over on the side of the road
bereft
to cry tears of anger
for a child lost to the ugliness of diagnosis
and death by a thousand kindnesses called cure
then tears again for the days after ...
817 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Sep 2012 1:38am
20th Sep 2012 1:38am
fallen
I went to a party with my new girlfriend, and didn’t go looking for trouble, but that never did mean a fucking thing. The party was for some kind of suburban socialite, celebrating her new house; perfect plastic street, perfect plastic town....where all the dead people live. It was a fancy-dress gig, and the theme was Glamour, so people were coming mostly dressed 1930's Hollywood style. We arrived early, and after doing the rounds settled in for a big night.
A guy arrived about 8 o'clock, young bloke, skinnyish, a bit pasty, not really dressed for the theme of the party, but...
A guy arrived about 8 o'clock, young bloke, skinnyish, a bit pasty, not really dressed for the theme of the party, but...
1136 reads
28 Comments
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