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nude art for a sad story
it was a strapless night. there was a sadness that comes like
a sudden chill, with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. & it
wasn’t raining…
sometimes I go out for tobacco, & it takes me a week to find
the right brand: Turkish blend, parchment-toned papers. okay,
maybe I make a few detours along the way. she gets upset
‘cause I won’t flat-out quit the other dames.
I told her, birds gotta fly, wolves gotta howl, & writers gotta
write. if it wasn’t for whiskey, smokes & whores, I’d have
no charm at all. I’m just a rough-draft poet in a fedora &
shoulder-holster.
I don’t sleep much, & when I do, I can’t dream for both of us.
sometimes, even in the dark, I can make out the tears on her
pillow.
a woman has needs, different from a man, I figure; different
from me. she wants to be loved & kept safe, & it’s like that in
someone else’s movie, I suppose.
she knows the song of a broken heart, she’s been through it a
few times. when she’s had enough, she’ll run a long way to
forget about me. my gone girl.
but I hold her, I hold her close, right here in my Shakespearean
noir, like love is bigger than all the hurt in the world. it’s a sordid
tale & sad, but someone somewhere will read it.
…I like to think she lives on an island,
and never wears clothes…
(Artist unknown)
Published 20th Apr 2016
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20th Apr 2016 7:09pm
Well said, Johnny!
you always make me think...
you're so gifted...
Love
Jackie xoxoxox
you always make me think...
you're so gifted...
Love
Jackie xoxoxox
20th Apr 2016 7:20pm
' ...I can't dream for both of us.'
What a fantastc line and the best excuse ever!
What a fantastc line and the best excuse ever!
Anonymous
20th Apr 2016 7:39pm
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Did you feel that across and down your back?
Good.
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Did you feel that across and down your back?
Good.
20th Apr 2016 9:31pm
I'd like to live on an island and never wear clothes. I think it's the way forward. Please direct me to this island by map, in addition I will need to be provided with ship and rum.
20th Apr 2016 9:42pm
John everything you write is pure art..
grateful you have a romantic heart for us wayward ladies..
love Crim
grateful you have a romantic heart for us wayward ladies..
love Crim
20th Apr 2016 11:18pm
21st Apr 2016 2:26am
Sir John, you are a perfect force of nature and a perfect voice of man.
Love how you try explaining that a leopard cannot change its spots to someone who believes that a little henna can change what the beast truly is.
And, though I know how this story must end, I still feel both his pain and hers. And through your words, have no judgement of either
You are a master
Love how you try explaining that a leopard cannot change its spots to someone who believes that a little henna can change what the beast truly is.
And, though I know how this story must end, I still feel both his pain and hers. And through your words, have no judgement of either
You are a master
21st Apr 2016 1:46pm
Anonymous
21st Apr 2016 8:20pm
My gosh Sir John....where you always take us....these lines...these lines!!!
"a woman has needs, different from a man, I figure; different
from me. she wants to be loved & kept safe, & it’s like that in
someone else’s movie, I suppose.
she knows the song of a broken heart, she’s been through it a
few times."
With love always- Taryn xoxo
"a woman has needs, different from a man, I figure; different
from me. she wants to be loved & kept safe, & it’s like that in
someone else’s movie, I suppose.
she knows the song of a broken heart, she’s been through it a
few times."
With love always- Taryn xoxo
21st Apr 2016 9:13pm
*sigh*
love will do that to you
fuck you over
right in the wet spot ...
... you're a rogue, mister
xo
love will do that to you
fuck you over
right in the wet spot ...
... you're a rogue, mister
xo
21st Apr 2016 9:37pm
Kickass poetry, John, kickass indeed. There is
So much difference with the to sexes. The only
thing, for the most part, which holds us together
is sex, but then comes along the old "Seven-
Year-iIch. There are those who manage to stay
together until the end, but I just know they are
both hating each other before they sleep the
sleep of the dead. I know for sure mine did.
So much difference with the to sexes. The only
thing, for the most part, which holds us together
is sex, but then comes along the old "Seven-
Year-iIch. There are those who manage to stay
together until the end, but I just know they are
both hating each other before they sleep the
sleep of the dead. I know for sure mine did.
Anonymous
23rd Apr 2016 4:05am
"I can't dream for both of us."
Goodness!
There are so many good lines in this story poem.
Goodness!
There are so many good lines in this story poem.
5th May 2016 4:44am
They have a tendency to dance their way around the flaming circle that only returns them to the place that burned them the most. As always, powerful ink - blue angel
1st Jul 2016 8:47am
The ones who love you most stay untill they can't.Reminds me of someone I know.Absolutely beautiful.
