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Kaya (fatal kiss)
gather round, you lonely ones, you broken hearted;
you drifters with a shaky finger on the trigger, you
femme fatales, with your standard issue mace &
switchblades, ready to stick every pig who tries to
grab a cheap feel, because his sexy eyes & his words
are exactly like the last carnal Casanova who stole
your candy & left you singin the blues in the night,
goat-footed dancer & back alley romancer.
gather round, & I will finesse you the low-down:
don’t invest in the love market, it’s a losing
proposition. save your quarters for the jukebox;
ride the night on the gentle surf of sad songs, easy
to dance to & always faithful.
play it again, Savannah, while I killshot this bottle of
Crow & toast the evanescent Doll who flirts with me
in the back-bar mirror. you’re long gone, baby, but
your slutty eidolon lingers, in saloon reflections; in the
windshield, as the silky summer rain drips down your
cheeks like make believe tears.
I reckon I used to be a man, till your cheap imitation of
amour shanked me into a tin soldier to fight off the
dragons of your discontent: chemical cocktails, back rent,
& lesbian lovers who wouldn’t let go.
your kisses were the warrant that garroted my reason &
nobility, & smothered the fire in my gut. packed my heart
in a crown of thorns, shipped it to the oubliette where jilted
lovers go; I look in the mirror & it doesn’t look back.
when I found you
I lost myself…
Published 22nd Mar 2015
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22nd Mar 2015 10:51pm
It might be a sacrifice worth making. Plenty of fine material when they gather round.
22nd Mar 2015 11:11pm
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Anonymous
23rd Mar 2015 3:44am
yessongz
23rd Mar 2015 9:30am
"...ride the night on the gentle surf of sad songs, easy
to dance to & always faithful."
Beautiful words, Mr. Feddeler.
to dance to & always faithful."
Beautiful words, Mr. Feddeler.
23rd Mar 2015 3:39pm
23rd Mar 2015 3:56pm
Anonymous
23rd Mar 2015 7:48pm
Felt as if I was drowning my sorrows at the bar with Bogart.
23rd Mar 2015 9:12pm
Oh John, that's breathtakingly beautiful! Your words are like daggers and damask ...
24th Mar 2015 8:17am
Just so good this:
I reckon I used to be a man, till your cheap imitation of
amour shanked me into a tin soldier to fight off the
dragons of your discontent: chemical cocktails, back rent,
& lesbian lovers who wouldn’t let go.
JF at his best
I reckon I used to be a man, till your cheap imitation of
amour shanked me into a tin soldier to fight off the
dragons of your discontent: chemical cocktails, back rent,
& lesbian lovers who wouldn’t let go.
JF at his best
24th Mar 2015 8:26am
goddamnit, Mister Feddeler, when will you be published so i might snatch a copy for my coffee table[?]
exquisitely poignant as always
exquisitely poignant as always
24th Mar 2015 8:54am
" you
femme fatales, with your standard issue mace &
switchblades, ready to stick every pig who tries to
grab a cheap feel"
I've lost count how many times a guy regretted copping a cheap feel while out with my friends ^^
I love this John, one of my favs of yours. Excellent piece of writing.
femme fatales, with your standard issue mace &
switchblades, ready to stick every pig who tries to
grab a cheap feel"
I've lost count how many times a guy regretted copping a cheap feel while out with my friends ^^
I love this John, one of my favs of yours. Excellent piece of writing.
24th Mar 2015 10:11pm
Brilliant!
as always John u never disappoint
however not liking the pic very much, she looks like a boy with boobs ..
GREAT INK though indeed!!!
loves you JHon!
Zazzles xoxoxox
as always John u never disappoint
however not liking the pic very much, she looks like a boy with boobs ..
GREAT INK though indeed!!!
loves you JHon!
Zazzles xoxoxox
24th Mar 2015 10:12pm
play it again, Savannah, while I killshot this bottle of
Crow & toast the evanescent Doll who flirts with me
in the back-bar mirror. you’re long gone, baby, but
your slutty eidolon lingers, in saloon reflections; in the
windshield, as the silky summer rain drips down your
cheeks like make believe tears.
So goood i came back for seconds!!!
Crow & toast the evanescent Doll who flirts with me
in the back-bar mirror. you’re long gone, baby, but
your slutty eidolon lingers, in saloon reflections; in the
windshield, as the silky summer rain drips down your
cheeks like make believe tears.
So goood i came back for seconds!!!
24th Mar 2015 10:37pm
fantastic write :-)
'when I found you
I lost myself…'
so Identify with this killer line :-)
'when I found you
I lost myself…'
so Identify with this killer line :-)
24th Mar 2015 11:40pm
"your kisses were the warrant that garroted my reason"
Love that line. Love the whole poem for it's pathos.
Love that line. Love the whole poem for it's pathos.
25th Mar 2015 4:20pm
A beguiling performance for the curious. She wields her fiery words with backstreet finesse. I enjoy watching you slip from character to character. The pictures you paint are worth a thousand heart breaks. A true entertainer. Enjoyed!
Anonymous
25th Mar 2015 4:40pm
How much you said in these 5 stanzas. Yet sum it up so succinctly. For such a novice like myself this is inspiring!
Anonymous
25th Mar 2015 4:41pm
By the way, I disagree with IVA, Great photo. (In the eye of the beholder)
