- Non-Erotic Poetry
- drunk, bored and stupid
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A blister on the skin.
An ugly , little mole.
Cut skin dripping blood
Onto the paper that cut it.
Little white lies.
Sarcastic defenders
And an empty pack of smokes.
I haven’t had this much fun
Since the last time you were here
Right before my life became
Peaceful and quiet.
Could you please stop talking?
Your voice just hurts my head,
Too high pitched, too whiny.
Too much like my mother.
I need a cold, stiff drink
And a couple of oxys
And maybe a good beating,
Hard punch across the chin,
To knock me out, cold and stiff,
Or maybe I just need to relax,
Take a step back
And have a look around
At the fallen limbs
From the old, ugly tree in the front yard
And the oil stains on the road,
Smoke another hand rolled cigarette
Before I go to bed and jerk off,
Or maybe even sleep.
Maybe I just need to cut the string
That keeps this balloon tied down to the ground,
So that it can float away
And die some place far away from here.
The only place I’d like to be right now.
The only place worth being.
Far, far away from you.
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