Poetry: Brick to Mortar LOI

 9.16.14


Brick to Mortar LOI


Got bricks for the mortar;
sniff sawdust
No tricks for the trovers,
just - 'awesome'


Enjoy Kung Fu - I come at you
You like pandas - I got snafus
Put your hands up, or come hand cuffs;
I unstrap proof


Don't think you can stand up;
keep still
Soft silk for tied ankles;
applied steel


Got counters, got tables
Not joking, can't save you
Strange stroking, just hold on:
wood - "stables"


Some
isle of view, with abandon
Think no man's an island - though I am him

A walk on your beach
Lap oceans, things creep
Sift sand, hourglass - and I reach

Smooth strips and hard shells
Bikini bottom - I can tell

Stir the drink using lengthy
rough random
Drying ink, on torn sheets, left it branded

(I'm *so* demanding)


Help heathens, can't see them
Panties south, fingers feeling
Mouth to mouth, stifle shouts
Think you're dreaming?!


Hands like rope, tender throat
Sucking lips
Squeezing
...choked

Body soaked, un-believe
Able touch, no alleve

If too much
then you just - give up hope

Left to me:
paint your body - with death strokes

A symphony
played in key - from scattered notes


It's just me