Submissions by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It all goes in cycles; I just hitch a ride from phase to phase.
Strum *collaboration with JohnFeddeler
I came down vociferously with all the elegance of an untuned six string wound twice too tight on plastic pegs
Engulfed in swatches of sodden covers palpitating with a certain correspondence to the pink buds concluding my breasts
It's only fair that I'm left lonesome in a snowstorm- cold bitch that I am
I concluded from now on I'd elect to self-pleasure, but my doctrine doesn't allow for it
Anyway, it would be so much less fun to tie myself up and bruise my own skin
It was only a fugitive thought brought on by the way he leaves after he's pleasured
But...
Engulfed in swatches of sodden covers palpitating with a certain correspondence to the pink buds concluding my breasts
It's only fair that I'm left lonesome in a snowstorm- cold bitch that I am
I concluded from now on I'd elect to self-pleasure, but my doctrine doesn't allow for it
Anyway, it would be so much less fun to tie myself up and bruise my own skin
It was only a fugitive thought brought on by the way he leaves after he's pleasured
But...
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Cat Scratch Fever
Written on my back with red lacquered nails
She spells lust in hen scratch font
It's no poem, with no intent to be
She's the lesser of that kind of beautiful
I thought I loved her once
Poised above her, having shot my poison deep
I told her just to feel it, hoping the feel would dissipate
And it did
She's careful with the marks she leaves and plays with me more gently now, having defined our roles
My girl is a call girl
But she has fallen hard
It's my cheap, slovenly affair
She murders my hours with tricks,...
She spells lust in hen scratch font
It's no poem, with no intent to be
She's the lesser of that kind of beautiful
I thought I loved her once
Poised above her, having shot my poison deep
I told her just to feel it, hoping the feel would dissipate
And it did
She's careful with the marks she leaves and plays with me more gently now, having defined our roles
My girl is a call girl
But she has fallen hard
It's my cheap, slovenly affair
She murders my hours with tricks,...
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Ghost of a Wine Glass Past
I've been drunk about a week now,
Waving my hands and shouting
"It seems pretty soon the earth's going to fall into the sun."
It's just the opposite.
Precisely at that point it vanished;
The colossal significance of that light vanished forever.
Five years next November,
Solemn as if that sudden extinction still haunted
Just as if it were five years ago.
Irritable now with the fading of ale
We possess some deficiency in common which makes us unadaptable.
Well, there I was, way off my ambitions
On my way to get roaring drunk,...
Waving my hands and shouting
"It seems pretty soon the earth's going to fall into the sun."
It's just the opposite.
Precisely at that point it vanished;
The colossal significance of that light vanished forever.
Five years next November,
Solemn as if that sudden extinction still haunted
Just as if it were five years ago.
Irritable now with the fading of ale
We possess some deficiency in common which makes us unadaptable.
Well, there I was, way off my ambitions
On my way to get roaring drunk,...
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Bed Post
I'll meet you at the corner
Of my far too worn out mattress
Naked and splayed
With stifling air purveying my aroma
I'll meet you at the corner of my mattress
With liquor that'll turn me to a model
After the night enjoys us
I'll hope that we'll both move on tomorrow
Adequately intoxicated
I ask you to assume confessions
And youll kneel before me
At the corner of my matress
Of my far too worn out mattress
Naked and splayed
With stifling air purveying my aroma
I'll meet you at the corner of my mattress
With liquor that'll turn me to a model
After the night enjoys us
I'll hope that we'll both move on tomorrow
Adequately intoxicated
I ask you to assume confessions
And youll kneel before me
At the corner of my matress
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Tell Me When You Meet Him
I cradled death
In the hand of my Pappy.
Boreal lavender-charcoal,
Like rime on a limp orchid,
Paled my complexion in comparison.
Color me lifeless.
As I clipped his nails,
Steadying the tremors,
I remembered that
Things that breathe will die.
But, after the fact, they had also lived.
So, I counted
The number of clips it took
To get that perfect rounded edge
So that his brittle nails wouldn't tear.
It's usually five or six,
I'm patient and gentle.
I could make it better, if I held on tight enough....
In the hand of my Pappy.
Boreal lavender-charcoal,
Like rime on a limp orchid,
Paled my complexion in comparison.
Color me lifeless.
As I clipped his nails,
Steadying the tremors,
I remembered that
Things that breathe will die.
But, after the fact, they had also lived.
So, I counted
The number of clips it took
To get that perfect rounded edge
So that his brittle nails wouldn't tear.
It's usually five or six,
I'm patient and gentle.
I could make it better, if I held on tight enough....
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Riquísimo
Riquísimo
There’s a shady convenience store down by where my neighborhood changes from chain link fence to rubble and traffic lights. When I was young, I used to sneak to that store with the older kids and watch them pocket Bazooka gum and snack-sized bags of Munchos. That was in the days when it was just snacks that they put into their sweatshirt’s pockets. The oriental man that seemingly lived on a stool by the register, very matured in age, shouted at the young thieves convictionlessly. However, years later, the oriental man’s son often chatted with the now young men in hush’d...
There’s a shady convenience store down by where my neighborhood changes from chain link fence to rubble and traffic lights. When I was young, I used to sneak to that store with the older kids and watch them pocket Bazooka gum and snack-sized bags of Munchos. That was in the days when it was just snacks that they put into their sweatshirt’s pockets. The oriental man that seemingly lived on a stool by the register, very matured in age, shouted at the young thieves convictionlessly. However, years later, the oriental man’s son often chatted with the now young men in hush’d...
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Cringeworthy

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Butterfly Breath

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Suicide Doors
I had the doors off the Wrangler earlier.
In the dawn sunrise
I drove by the beach.
Real ocean set on fire by the rising sun.
Same sun you see rise.
I let the wind rip through my hair
And the sun burn, burn, burn it.
It was really your fingers.
Alone is not safe when you've got
Thinking time and things to think about.
But if the music is good
And there's gas in the tank,
I'll yodel loud enough to kill everyone's thoughts.
If their lucky, it'll even be somewhat rhythmically.
I love my five-dollar aviator sunglasses.
I...
In the dawn sunrise
I drove by the beach.
Real ocean set on fire by the rising sun.
Same sun you see rise.
I let the wind rip through my hair
And the sun burn, burn, burn it.
It was really your fingers.
Alone is not safe when you've got
Thinking time and things to think about.
But if the music is good
And there's gas in the tank,
I'll yodel loud enough to kill everyone's thoughts.
If their lucky, it'll even be somewhat rhythmically.
I love my five-dollar aviator sunglasses.
I...
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Choker
As I wiped away his tears with a leather belt
He snatched it from my hands.
In one switch-blade swift motion, I was bent over with the belt fastened slipknot, noose style
Around my neck.
Gently, my hair was untucked.
He loves my hair.
I dared not move, ruin the moment.
Mounting me, he coiled the belt tail round his fingers thrice.
It was all a game.
He entered me and pulled his hand back
Til I coughed.
I felt him in my lungs.
Sputtering- he pounded and thrusted and told me he was going to tattoo his name on my ass.
I...
He snatched it from my hands.
In one switch-blade swift motion, I was bent over with the belt fastened slipknot, noose style
Around my neck.
Gently, my hair was untucked.
He loves my hair.
I dared not move, ruin the moment.
Mounting me, he coiled the belt tail round his fingers thrice.
It was all a game.
He entered me and pulled his hand back
Til I coughed.
I felt him in my lungs.
Sputtering- he pounded and thrusted and told me he was going to tattoo his name on my ass.
I...
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Simple Man
I have always loved the way that,
When I put enough saliva on my popsicle stick
And rest it on another one, they hold together.
Like magnets.
I also really love,
When raising my hand in class,
I get distracted by the lines and contours of my palm.
Like maps.
In those moments-
I don't give a God damn about the simple physics and biology of it.
I don't care where all the kids that got taken away from their parents ended up.
I don't remember what friends of mine are laying in the ground still without a tombstone.
Simply, I am in love.
I love...
When I put enough saliva on my popsicle stick
And rest it on another one, they hold together.
Like magnets.
I also really love,
When raising my hand in class,
I get distracted by the lines and contours of my palm.
Like maps.
In those moments-
I don't give a God damn about the simple physics and biology of it.
I don't care where all the kids that got taken away from their parents ended up.
I don't remember what friends of mine are laying in the ground still without a tombstone.
Simply, I am in love.
I love...
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Not the Car Type of Key
Hot.
Today was just so blasted hot.
Sitting in a black truck, doing that 'He'll be right back' waiting game;
Having the 'I just gotta sing bad songs til the car starts again' look on my soul.
When I crack open a sweaty Arizona can
It echos moments later on my right,
And there's a beer drinking, hairy chested, white sedan having man with a toothy grin
And deviously handsome face.
He raises his can, nods, and flicks his sunglasses off.
I just want some cash.
"Hey, baby. You look hot."
I choke back a shot glass amount of bile
Because I...
Today was just so blasted hot.
Sitting in a black truck, doing that 'He'll be right back' waiting game;
Having the 'I just gotta sing bad songs til the car starts again' look on my soul.
When I crack open a sweaty Arizona can
It echos moments later on my right,
And there's a beer drinking, hairy chested, white sedan having man with a toothy grin
And deviously handsome face.
He raises his can, nods, and flicks his sunglasses off.
I just want some cash.
"Hey, baby. You look hot."
I choke back a shot glass amount of bile
Because I...
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