A Series of Brief Emotive Poems

#1

Slippery
Only breathes by gasping
Only moves to slither or fuck
Moray

#2

You still hurt me
It’s easy to be rid of you, you say
With handcuffs on your mind
It smacks of what I fear;
You’re here
to
Fuck the pretty girl

#3

Facile poetry.
Does lack of punctuation make a poet?
Does using base language to smack the reader?
Like, no.

#4

It’s easy to be rid of me.
I will never bother you again.
But
Every song writes itself for you.
Your laugh is on my soul
Your anger worries my mind
Your love, timidly showing itself
Put its fingers
deep
on the artery of my life.
I will never be rid of you.