College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.

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Pretty Girls Never Fight Fair

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Pretty girls never fight fair
When it comes to matters of the heart
So quick to bat those lashes
That’s when I start spiraling apart
I get fidgety & anxious
Unraveling before their doll-faced eyes
A stuttering, blubbering mess
Quick to pass on, without noticing my demise

Floating Mercilessly Through Life

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Floating mercilessly through life
There’s a frightful hurt I can’t express
Another evening to fill the shadows
Gotta love the girls who say yes
Travels to the end & back
You owe them something you can’t be sure
Debts from so long into the past
Former lives back when we were pure
Standing naked in front of the bench
Those were the days when we really flew
Tears fall in thought for lost souls
In my prime, I could take out a whole slew

Resting Against A Palm

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Resting against a palm
Girls dancing in sepia tones
Dripping in summer hues
Reaching out on a cellular phone
Locals within their beaches
A home in the sweet, salty air
Life set at a softer pace
Of nothing more peaceful I’m aware

 

 

Please Stop

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Please stop apologizing, girls
I’ll tell you when you’ve crossed a line
You can tell me anything
Let me pour ya’ll another glass of wine
There’s no reason for us not to talk
About anything that burdens your mind
So, unload your pretty lil’ heads
Let the night wander to where it might find