- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My ad? Here?
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In this sentence, I am the I who
switches lanes without signaling intentions.
They told us cross your legs they told us
shave them first, hold that stretch for
30 seconds. We coast.
Billboards sell themselves.
I fill both balloons with my own air.
Hell, I don't even care if
you are watching. All the less
pop and pieces to clean. I lied.
Look at me. For you I pink and glitter,
pull ribbons into honeysuckle curls.
MegaPlexXXX up the highway on the left.
Tall privacy fences protect the innocent who come
buy what we tell them to buy. Just not here,
or like that for God's sake, or with your wives'
credit cards. I am the foot that
quivers under the stall. I am the
falling belt, I am the marble truth,
the fix that never sticks, the penance
that never ends.
We did not mean to confuse you, love.
You know who you are. But who
is this other "you" character? Is it you
or is it just another chain-smoke leaning
look-alike?
We rarely whistle any more nor wear
hats without occasion. We are radial splash.
We are run-off they swerve to avoid,
the same to which we return,
spraying magic over the hood and again. Look!
Someone dropped a penny in. Was it you?
- COMMENTS
Corpse_rideralmost 13 years agoI read your work hoping to find
Words that would fire my mind
Confound, astound and intrigue
Reveal you in a different league
So soon, alas, my hopes were dashed
The more I read the more you crashed
Confusing lines that made no sense,
Or perhaps it's me? perhaps I'm dense?
Perhaps this poem's really great
But reading it was a mistake.
Anonymousalmost 13 years agoI see what you are saying, thanks for explaining it to the dull-witted such as me.
Anonymousabout 13 years agolots of run on sentences and the style is mishmash chaos. Plus, why do some of you with ginormous egos think you have to run up the comment count by comenting on your own work. I bet you have yourself on your favorites lis
fridayamabout 13 years agoand i see where you are coming from. Your edit answered some questions, but there are still some phrases I don't understand. I will return to this as it deserves it.
