- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sunday November 9, 2008, 11:55
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I had just moved to the city
I had no money
Save what I borrowed
From an old friend
I moved in with two others
Recently dating
Now living together
In bliss
They were doomed
From the start
Fall came fast
Wet
Leaves and grass
My money
My old friends money
Was gone
But I found a job
I threw my distractions in a box
And waited for the right time
To burn it all
But you can’t burn
Your friends
I felt like a little kid
Stuck in a home he hadn’t yet paid for
With loud voices
Echoing off the walls
And seeing the cracks
In a new door each morning
But you can’t burn
Your friends
is a washed dish
washed out of spite
really clean?
or is it’s shine
red and pulsing
more like a scratching junkie
‘She just broke up with me’
‘He doesn’t love me’
But sleepy and resentful
In all my tied back and
Twisted truths
‘Don’t go near any bridges’
Is all I can muster
sitting and drinking my coffee
I wonder, yes
I know I can taste it
And I hope to God
It’s not infectious
- COMMENTS
PandoraGlittersover 15 years agoThis is really moving and marvelous. Pulled me in and rocked me. I love the part about the dish and if it is really clean given the emotional environment, the palpable friction and sadness. The unreachable hope of the house. The box. Haunting. Thank you.
WickedEveover 15 years agoYour poem has been recommended on literotica's poetry forum in the new poems review thread.
