- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sometimes this is all I want:
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To run down E.Cross street
this time fall in line
step right over that black man with blue hands
coat soaked freezing rain puddle
and order my coffee with you
mindless anonymity
safe inside warm dim lights
But I can’t
can’t sit, sugar or sip
until ambulance lights somehow
beat the sound again
And I can’t
love you fuck you without ever missing
you, now wouldn’t that be nice
like every day’s a holiday
Tarantino and De Sade
have not beaten me down
I still feel it all
I still want to feel it all
Every goddamn bullet
ass fuck
finger prick
porcelain crack on skull
every splinter
like a triangle of glass
from broken picture frame
pulled slowly from the sole of my foot
Still got the will to open my own
goddamn mouth for a taste of this
I want to be able to taste it
bitter and all.
- COMMENTS
WickedEveabout 20 years agoYou know, this is the kind of poem novice poets need to read. So many people are submitting poetry here and some of it is lacking in ways too numerous to mention. They should read this and see what a real poem is all about.
Anonymousabout 20 years agoI think this very nicely portrays how we all feel about life in general from time to time. Sometimes more often than not it would seem of late...but nevertheless, this poem emphasises the true nature of each of us, in bold honesty, if we're willing to admit it to ourselves. Thank you so much for letting me feel this. Which I truly did.
I remain, Thesandman
YDDabout 20 years agoWow!
The rain in the northwest has turned acid with a tang of salt from off the sea.
Far different from the gentle mist that often soothes our eyes.
This time the poet has shown a different side of life and talent.
There is little to comment on.
This poem is different, but well worth reading.
Full of things like:
"every splinter
like a triangle of glass
from broken picture frame
pulled slowly from the sole of my foot"
A strong, painful, and gripping image.
