- Non-Erotic Poetry
- harpoon- dropping the anchor
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passion upload #2-
goldilocks
jumpin’ on beds
breaking chairs
never finding the right fit
slip into sleep
squeeze into
dark room everyone has
new black shoes
some shine some buff
not mine
alone, nothing on toe
try again
with the new sofa delivery
singing rat animatronic cardboard pizza
playdate and metabolife
women watch and wonder why
my breast still belongs to a 12 month old
today my breast belongs to no one
drowning here in a sea of poets
with bubbles that sink
steel that floats over waves
and me hovering between
riding the current
dressed in parka
dodging anchor and
what is the goddamn name for that thing
you use to shoot
animals
in
the
ocean
still try
grind me down
whetstone and metal,
cut in two
the shape will never hold
just seem to melt the mold
wishing I actually
existed
somewhere
~
that poem that echoes_s was referring to in Anchorage- all of a sudden passion suddenly
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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YDDalmost 20 years agoDid you swallow a Hale pill?
A very good poem.
A fun read.
steve porteralmost 20 years ago...in your poem that seems determined to exist and how your spirit spills out and escapes. Excellent.
WickedEvealmost 20 years agoThis is better than good. I want to take this poem out on a date and get to know it better! Original, well written, just fabulous. I just read Ange's caramel suite and I was feeling totally envious and now I read this. I just can't stand it! I'm going to write something incredible right now!
