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Bomb Damage
Don’t get us wrong
it’s not the pity we’re interested in,
never the eyes that gaze downwards
wondering how the legs work below
the out of whack plumbing
don’t pick us up
as the notch in your belt buckle
for your yearly dose of weird,
the memorable fetish fuck
to satisfy a ballpoint tick
on a scoresheet only you
are keeping
for the record
it’s not so much the throwing about
that shakes our proverbial shit—
we’ve spent all year
being lifted from chair to bed
but it’s when we’re there that counts
nobody wears blowjob eyes
like the girl that eternally sits,
not that you’ve ever noticed
how fucking glorious she can be
behind those glasses,
how she moans like she means it
because she fiercely does
be the last place on Earth
that reminds her she’s here
still relevant
fleeting and gorgeous
still worthy of being held
as you turn off the light.
Published 9th Jun 2024
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9th Jun 2024 7:42pm
9th Jun 2024 8:44pm
My father (when he was alive) had no balance and constantly fell. He had to stay in therapy over and over. I saw women and men in wheelchairs, some with a desk-top on them. I saw the sad, helpless eyes. This reminded me of that, although I know your meaning was different.
Toward the end of his life my dad lay in a hospital bed in the living room. I had to lift him up everyday onto the commode.
People with disabilities should always be treated with respect and dignity. Your poem is a bit shocking in places as to the way some women are looked at by perverts.
Your poem brought back bad memories of what I had to see.
Any better?
Toward the end of his life my dad lay in a hospital bed in the living room. I had to lift him up everyday onto the commode.
People with disabilities should always be treated with respect and dignity. Your poem is a bit shocking in places as to the way some women are looked at by perverts.
Your poem brought back bad memories of what I had to see.
Any better?
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10th Jun 2024 11:42am
Powerful. Favorite Stanza
"nobody wears blowjob eyes
like the girl that eternally sits,
not that you’ve ever noticed
how fucking glorious she can be
behind those glasses,
how she moans like she means it
because she fiercely does"
Not seeing what is inside, just taking face value sucks Fia xoxo
"nobody wears blowjob eyes
like the girl that eternally sits,
not that you’ve ever noticed
how fucking glorious she can be
behind those glasses,
how she moans like she means it
because she fiercely does"
Not seeing what is inside, just taking face value sucks Fia xoxo
10th Jun 2024 4:45pm
I remember helping my father from wheelchair to recliner & I was always keenly aware of the fear & disappointment in his eyes that I had to help. His lift broke once in hospital & he fell & I don't think he ever got over that feeling of helplessness. Amazed & infuriated me to watch medical staff just move him around as though he was just a bag of potatoes. This is a deeply moving piece
19th Jun 2024 11:48pm
OK this really stood out “nobody wears blowjob eyes” as quirky as that sounded it also resounded.
