- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Black Rock (no bed)
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Click hereBlack Rock (no bed):
I never want to take my boots off
at the end of the day.
An admittance of defeat
Like saying The End.
What a glorious life it is
masked in a need of ecstacy.
Liberation of the shackles from my souls.
Souls.
Natural directions.
Long dusty straight-aways
Earth shake rockin’ the living room
The loneliness...emptiness.
Needing filling
Need a Foxx
How do you walk away from an angel?
And not miss it?
I do.
My hat’s getting some dust.
In like Flint with T.J.
MATH----------------
Don’t ever fucking call me cowboy.
My life is cake compared.
Angel fucking food cake.
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agowill the non-cowboy ever listen. TK U MLJ LV NV
sackover 18 years agolike fireworks going off left and right. Personally, I'd leave out the cake!
Anonymousover 18 years agobut,,I like the approach and delivery in some of the lines...the end was where I felt the break...of thought...and I enjoyed your newness in the words..blue
