- Non-Erotic Poetry
- SP Essence # 1
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Click hereFor all that slips about this life of poems
filled with joy and thank all your mission
clouded agents assigned to say grace
as a scene
forgetting it is far away and better
as a flavor years before
So let the week be the same
as you can not, not like me
never will be
of Sunday suits
and suited sailors
bunnies in the breach
raise a 2 finger jigger
go on go
figure
a path to come over
the slower for you will do
and I suggest you juice me in
deeper dark, the dim and mind
a dose of our safety, no cutting
only let in pink to move
to sweat
Thrown away, no one so
resting in a little
mouth seeing the 60's
I see legs with simile
lasts for her very first
as waking once had
need of tempering
we have little and we grab
bruise in our pockets
under certain parts and alarming
she is us after me
before
you then grew
who could be the never is
never blurring, burning
between the lines
there was last time
there is now, freshly mowed
behind my back
and fallen actors
forgetting whose small brain
made words instead
of the tool maker
large in bed
with splatters
I tell you what matters
drown those callused hands
that guided us to laughter
drink of life and hardly me.
- COMMENTS
Maria2394almost 20 years agoits like the essence of SP, his isnt the easiest poetry to understand, but once you get it, its like, wow :) I am just coming back to this one, loved #2, I think they are becoming more focused as the series progresses. keep writing and posting-M
Anonymousalmost 20 years agomore finely distilled. This is only cologne, a copy cat fragrance.
SeattleRainalmost 20 years agothick bricks distort images
could be anything
(which is the point)
imitation dali surrealism
sometimes clawed hands, abdomen grown,
reach back and grab their own ass,
sometimes another
smudged mirror overflown concave
just make it what you want
and plug the hole
Eumenidesalmost 20 years agoAnd so I get drawn in to some of your images and want to love this poem with everything in me. But, I don't get it. Your conjunctions and prepositions are used in such a way that I cannot follow your path. It feels like this poem is about a million things, and just when I'm about to grasp the idea of one, you switch to something that doesn't connect for me.
Keep writing. Work on flow. That's the part that's lacking.
perksalmost 20 years agoit sounds cool and interesting, but I don't get it, and I'm confused in your imagery. I think you can have cool, interesting, imagery and clarity. I hope you clear a few things up in your next poem, cause I have a feeling I could like reading you.
