- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Easy Prey
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There are certain signals
the fawn-call for a distant mother
limp of an injured paw
untucked shirt
and downturned eyes
I know because I send
them as well as I read them
we the predator
we the prey
broken lonely impotent
we used to be so much more than
this
Sometimes the addict seeks the
fix sometimes the fix finds the
addict lit and flickering somewhere
between Broadway and a hard-on
and you always find me I feign a
broken wing and wait to be taken
wait for the look of surprise when
I escape your teeth just in time
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineeralmost 13 years agoI like the edited version better. Your poems are often a fascinating journey into some of the darker crevices of the mind.
Not sure about "between Broadway and a hard-on." It didn't seem to fit with the rest of the poem unless I'm misunderstanding something about the line.
Anonymousalmost 13 years agoand u Ms UYS, what wouldst thou knowst about wryll poetry? With all yer moronic rhymes and whose arse do ya have now to kiss since she be gone? This sux as much as the rest of Ms Rains shit sux. Herribly
Anonymousalmost 13 years agoah we are only to hear the sounds alone then, apart from content and meaning? yes, that is the way to build a civilized world. Alrighty then here we go:
"Moomat micker slagsleged bon
ripging remstem bloit bim blip
et sicy nep stip
fucky licky sticky stuck"
P.S.: What would Shakespeare say?
P.S.S.: Get thee to a nunnery
