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Tacoma girl
she’s an odd combination of all the women
I have loved & the ones I never will, she
licks across my belly & cuts her tongue.
my skin is rawhide & my agony is the icestorm that froze
hell, my voice sounds like broken glass in a blender so she
says don’t speak, just kiss me,
I kiss her deep, my tongue drills all the way down to her
saint joan heart & I taste the rancid malaise of old lies,
trinkets that were tossed like streetcar tokens by other men
who did her raw & rough before I found her, & all it took was
a glance & cheap compliments about the sunlight in her hair
& the water lilies floating in her eyes, ‘cause she’s easy like
that, so easy you could call her sally,
high fashion glamour doll, ex-cheerleader, with her aesthetics
of simple romance, like the implausible film where the
brokedown scarred up half-hero half-rapist gets the girl, or the
bohemian dynamics of cantos & coffee,
so when the church choir sings sail on silvery moon she wants
my number & kinda chirps how she’s afraid to say, you know,
yeah that, & I would run away maybe, she lays her heavy cargo
on me when we’re supposed to be kissing gdnite, so I have to
make like I care when all I want to do is get laid before the shop
steward calls in my markers,
then when she gets all weepy like a sparrow dying in the snow,
I backpeddle to my caveman logistics, I tell her how I must hurt
her to satisfy my fix for a rockabilly ride down a lazy river, which
is so sparse in my life & which I crave like dope, like a whiskey
bottle that never runs dry, even though I savvy how she is a gentle
woman who’s learned just enough of hatred & one day she will
hate me just as much…
cry me a river baby
I need your tears to wash away my pain…
(Art: Andre de Dienes)
Published 28th Jul 2016
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28th Jul 2016 10:58pm
28th Jul 2016 11:01pm
I couldn't help but have to read it one line at a time.
Got hung on every word with labored breathing.
I love this.
Got hung on every word with labored breathing.
I love this.
28th Jul 2016 11:09pm
This lady might be "damaged goods" but, as a composite of some memorable old flames she's worth holding onto. Might reconsider if she learns to hate, selective memory be damned. Enjoyed this one's rough eroticism and lack of sentimentality.
28th Jul 2016 11:33pm
29th Jul 2016 00:44am
Your opening stanzas often slap me and fuck me in an instant, John. That's, ya perv.. :)
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29th Jul 2016 2:43am
"my skin is rawhide & my agony is the icestorm that froze
hell, my voice sounds like broken glass in a blender so she
says don’t speak, just kiss me," <-----subtle aggressiveness is so fuckin' sexy! :)
Pen Respect~
hell, my voice sounds like broken glass in a blender so she
says don’t speak, just kiss me," <-----subtle aggressiveness is so fuckin' sexy! :)
Pen Respect~
29th Jul 2016 10:48am
well just slap me around with a poem and seduce me at the same time ;)
great write John..
love Crim
great write John..
love Crim
29th Jul 2016 12:14pm
i'm so with brenda on this one
tiny gods
this is a roller coaster
of the best kind
xo
tiny gods
this is a roller coaster
of the best kind
xo
29th Jul 2016 3:41pm
My God...the portrait here. Peels so many layers and I don't like this girl but at the same time, I feel for her. Just outstanding.
29th Jul 2016 10:44pm
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