Submissions by Tenderloin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Yet to be determined. But my fascinations as a reader tend to drift to biography, horror and of course, the erotic.
Temporary Vacation
I believed I could shed the layers
of my fragmented history
baptizing this baggage
in a variety of spirits
but it wears off
in a weary wind
right back to worry.
of my fragmented history
baptizing this baggage
in a variety of spirits
but it wears off
in a weary wind
right back to worry.
#alcohol
#SelfReflection
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Around The Corner
The wet towel on the floor
your scented body
across the bed
immersed in the phone
I step into the doorway
to ask you a question
the invitation of pink
overwhelms me
and I forget
what I was going to ask.
your scented body
across the bed
immersed in the phone
I step into the doorway
to ask you a question
the invitation of pink
overwhelms me
and I forget
what I was going to ask.
#erotic
#confessional
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Capturing The Sky
A swath of orange
a masterstroke
across the morning March sky
A splash of colour
to replace the static slumber
of a hard winter
What temptation lies on the horizon?
How will this inform a dull day
shuffling papers
in rehearsed routine?
I scramble to absorb
that fading hue,
stashing the embers
to hold deep inside
To spark within my stride
a spring in defeated steps
If I can radiate a fraction of it,
I will shine it towards your dark corners.
a masterstroke
across the morning March sky
A splash of colour
to replace the static slumber
of a hard winter
What temptation lies on the horizon?
How will this inform a dull day
shuffling papers
in rehearsed routine?
I scramble to absorb
that fading hue,
stashing the embers
to hold deep inside
To spark within my stride
a spring in defeated steps
If I can radiate a fraction of it,
I will shine it towards your dark corners.
#love
#nature
#gratitude
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Clear Direction
Bold and bare
you drew me to stare,
that jet black strip
above the lair
You parted your legs,
why would you care?
a slow saturation
and no time to spare
I am willing to follow
almost any dare
you beckon me closer
and bury me there
you drew me to stare,
that jet black strip
above the lair
You parted your legs,
why would you care?
a slow saturation
and no time to spare
I am willing to follow
almost any dare
you beckon me closer
and bury me there
#erotic
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Modern Leprechaun
He slides his underwear up short little legs,
shamrock patterns in green on grey
will the streak of fortune bless him once again
when he closes up shop on St. Patrick's Day?
Tidying up the mess in a world of shoes
pairing them up to be carefully returned
some to their boxes and some on display
he favours the red ones, and takes off the blues.
He closes up early, as the evening is at stake
his modest existence depends on this date
privy to certain views, helps him get through each year
the parade of excitement, has him in quite...
shamrock patterns in green on grey
will the streak of fortune bless him once again
when he closes up shop on St. Patrick's Day?
Tidying up the mess in a world of shoes
pairing them up to be carefully returned
some to their boxes and some on display
he favours the red ones, and takes off the blues.
He closes up early, as the evening is at stake
his modest existence depends on this date
privy to certain views, helps him get through each year
the parade of excitement, has him in quite...
#holiday
#mythology
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Wisdom In The Wires
Sandpaper stubble
corrupts the wholesome image
growing more rugged
Rust conveys the years
snail slow and degrading
the mirror reflects
Passion extracted
celibate partners now pace
in handheld company
Betrayals of time
a satellite existence
circles these moments
corrupts the wholesome image
growing more rugged
Rust conveys the years
snail slow and degrading
the mirror reflects
Passion extracted
celibate partners now pace
in handheld company
Betrayals of time
a satellite existence
circles these moments
#haiku
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Radio Silence
I see you
face against the window
watching
the blood spill
You scrawled the walls
with scarlet wounds
of your own
And then you went silent.
It was a rush
to get past the body
and wander in the forest.
of your decadent mind
Maybe pain was not to be a spectacle.
Maybe you are living.
Maybe it is easier to watch us
weave our fantastical
self-perceptions into
some array of order
or disorder.
And maybe you are just tired
of trying to make sense out of any of it.
...
face against the window
watching
the blood spill
You scrawled the walls
with scarlet wounds
of your own
And then you went silent.
It was a rush
to get past the body
and wander in the forest.
of your decadent mind
Maybe pain was not to be a spectacle.
Maybe you are living.
Maybe it is easier to watch us
weave our fantastical
self-perceptions into
some array of order
or disorder.
And maybe you are just tired
of trying to make sense out of any of it.
...
#silence
#WritersBlock
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The Frisky Flashback
#sex
#memories
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The Echoes of Obedient Behaviour
I am nurtured by the goddesses
of this hostile planet.
We share that secret
- the uninvited penetration
and layers of shame
that form over the years
This little boy
met the devil
in his backyard.
"Put that in your mouth," he said.
"Or you might get in trouble."
I did what I was told
- children are taught to obey their elders.
And trouble still found me.
Even though desire and lust
rolls through me like a raging river,
I am still a patient passenger
never to make a move. ...
of this hostile planet.
We share that secret
- the uninvited penetration
and layers of shame
that form over the years
This little boy
met the devil
in his backyard.
"Put that in your mouth," he said.
"Or you might get in trouble."
I did what I was told
- children are taught to obey their elders.
And trouble still found me.
Even though desire and lust
rolls through me like a raging river,
I am still a patient passenger
never to make a move. ...
#abuse
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5 Song Haikus
1. Speak To Me
Unnerving silence
focused disdain or neglect
restraining your mouth
2. Time
Rapidly passing
wrinkles betray the delights
illusions of pace
3. The Great Gig In The Sky
Insurmountable
famished pleas for your guidance
while plugging their ears
4. Any Colour You Like
The vibrant palette
to paint your own existence
a choice and a stroke
5. Brain Damage
Deadly serums found
the addictive concussion
to medicate shame
Unnerving silence
focused disdain or neglect
restraining your mouth
2. Time
Rapidly passing
wrinkles betray the delights
illusions of pace
3. The Great Gig In The Sky
Insurmountable
famished pleas for your guidance
while plugging their ears
4. Any Colour You Like
The vibrant palette
to paint your own existence
a choice and a stroke
5. Brain Damage
Deadly serums found
the addictive concussion
to medicate shame
#music
#haiku
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Coffee Break
#lust
#sex
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Drinking With The Wrong Couple
Dragged along the wet pavement
unable to free from a sturdy grip
the damp concrete kissing his face
and another tooth chips
He can hear a woman's voice
- a cheerleader of the madness
"Did I do good?" she asks
The evening remains fuzzy
no strength to twist away
some kind of narcotic
has left him this way
He can hear the woman's voice
and never a response
"Did good, didn't I?"
They've dislodged his shoulder
and his bearings are fried
the only thing that is certain
is his distance from...
unable to free from a sturdy grip
the damp concrete kissing his face
and another tooth chips
He can hear a woman's voice
- a cheerleader of the madness
"Did I do good?" she asks
The evening remains fuzzy
no strength to twist away
some kind of narcotic
has left him this way
He can hear the woman's voice
and never a response
"Did good, didn't I?"
They've dislodged his shoulder
and his bearings are fried
the only thing that is certain
is his distance from...
#anxiety
#scary
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