Submissions by SkyDancer
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Scratch-Scrape Moment Love
She touched me in various places,
prayer hands cold against my skin,
vapour clinging, stone eyes watching
hesitant carnality given to broken fingernails
searching skin flooded with acid rain,
crowing cocks sniggering secrets
betrayed by weary tongues finding no refuge
in another cavernous face-hole.
She kissed me at her loneliest time,
eyes locked on moving shadows,
dancers in alleyways rehearsing steps
to the rhythm of smashing bottles,
cheap liquor companions punching holes
in each others fighting spirit,
reducing the moment to...
prayer hands cold against my skin,
vapour clinging, stone eyes watching
hesitant carnality given to broken fingernails
searching skin flooded with acid rain,
crowing cocks sniggering secrets
betrayed by weary tongues finding no refuge
in another cavernous face-hole.
She kissed me at her loneliest time,
eyes locked on moving shadows,
dancers in alleyways rehearsing steps
to the rhythm of smashing bottles,
cheap liquor companions punching holes
in each others fighting spirit,
reducing the moment to...
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SAINT J
Will you kiss me on my head wound?
Run your tongue down the crease
That proves I once bled into my pillow
with little ideas escaping me.
I am ageing faster than my dreams,
the scar on my lifeline a gypsy’s curse
that leaves doubts that were once wishes.
Let me tell you stories, lyrical lies
scratched on old tables I chose to sleep on.
When I close my eyes there is space,
something beautiful meaning nothing,
my imagination’s desolate last chapter,
the loose ends spread on the floor
where the children once played undertaker.
You...
Run your tongue down the crease
That proves I once bled into my pillow
with little ideas escaping me.
I am ageing faster than my dreams,
the scar on my lifeline a gypsy’s curse
that leaves doubts that were once wishes.
Let me tell you stories, lyrical lies
scratched on old tables I chose to sleep on.
When I close my eyes there is space,
something beautiful meaning nothing,
my imagination’s desolate last chapter,
the loose ends spread on the floor
where the children once played undertaker.
You...
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Men
Men are bigger, stronger, more athletic, better at climbing trees, better at building walls, more prone to being electricians, carpenters, plumbers, builders, ass crack advertisers, sad and bitter, binge drinkers, practical jokers, four-time divorcees, terrible parents, indifferent lovers, Star Trek fans, mentally ill – same thing.
Men are often unsanitary, unhygienic, uncommunicative, unfriendly, unromantic, unloving, unco-operative, unfeeling, unproductive, uncaring, unappreciative, unmoving, unapologetic, unresponsive, unbelievable.
Men have a habit of forgetting...
Men are often unsanitary, unhygienic, uncommunicative, unfriendly, unromantic, unloving, unco-operative, unfeeling, unproductive, uncaring, unappreciative, unmoving, unapologetic, unresponsive, unbelievable.
Men have a habit of forgetting...
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