- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Wanton Wordsmith
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Work on being concise instead of making your hair do that thing. We started a war that night. Bloodshed and pillaged villages. But how I've loved the soundtrack! I'll use less hoodoo next time but I was getting desperate. My need for company was strong. You understand. Lonely. Dessert wine for a tart and foul chicken. Rhetoric and arguing semantics. I was brave enough to tell you. In plain English. Stop screaming for fuck's sake lay off the devil's piss. You were every mythic man to me. Splendid. Scheherazade would like to cradle you in her arms and weave a yarn long, lithe, and lyrical. Her lips barely brush against your ear, your cheek. Spare her as dawn approaches. Your highness.
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowalmost 10 years agoIt was a real pleasure to open this – and find that there are more than three words. It’s not that I mind those – I enjoyed them – it’s just that I like these so much more.
Incidentally are you aware that there is a thread for poems with three words or less in the poetry section of the bulletin board?
But I really like these roller coaster word rides. You have a real gift for this – please keep going. This time I actually like the opening line the best. I mean ‘Work on being concise instead of making your hair do that thing’ is just such darned good advice, a sort of ‘go placidly’ for the psychologically challenged.
And there really does seem to be a thread that takes you through and develops as it goes along. I am not saying there actually is – just that it feels that way. Excellent
UnderYourSpellalmost 10 years agoReally enjoyed this so much I read it again, it's outside of what I usually like so thank you for leading me to other pastures!
