Those Matchbox Fantasies

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Those matchbox fantasies

Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots

She placed a stiletto in her wooden leg

Character assassination plots go all for naught

An Eastern European Gypsy

She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress

She’s dangerous down to her core

A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess

Beware of their corrosive accolades

There’s no exoneration in the line of fire

She’s insolent about your theoretical love

In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire

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.

Those Matchbox Fantasies

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Those matchbox fantasies

Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots

She placed a stiletto in her wooden leg

Character assassination plots go all for naught

An Eastern European Gypsy

She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress

She’s dangerous down to her core

A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess

Beware of their corrosive accolades

There’s no exoneration in the line of fire

She’s insolent about your theoretical love

In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire

*previously published on former blog

my shadow screams like a thousand suns

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my shadow screams like a thousand suns
a gorgeous woman leaves but asks why
the power is from the sea of black lights
some will have to vision my delicate sky
thinking manipulated the eternity of dreams
i am drunk, recalling moments, driving me to cry
death is an essential smell, pounding music watches
storms trudge on through, but i must try
water sweats as he falls in love with her
the mist under a pink rose petal shines like spring
ugly lust floods and i cannot swim
the smooth gown worships bare skin, as she sings

Feelin’ Alright In Your Tight Pink Shirt

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Feelin’ alright in your tight pink shirt
Released in a shower down on Haight
Life-altering love spread between us
As we passed under the Golden Gate

Sweet summer flowers rising as I wake
Between coffeehouses on Avenue Nine
You never left my roaming thoughts
Always kept me warm in the sunshine

Walking silently together in the park
Remembering you fondly now as I jog
The weather never dampened my spirits
That old carousel rotating through the fog

Trees shade the bench where you shared
Words of peace, marked by a longing kiss
My view no longer holds ravenous beauty
Freedom wasn’t supposed to be like this

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

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Perfection laid out on satin sheets
Beauty dripping away piece by piece
Every dream slipped right through
Life & loss masked by laughing creases
He said you were everything he desired
Burning deep in his soul, but you refused
Moving too fast to stop & notice him
Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused
The sun rises no matter who is pained
Recall broken hearts when you’re the cause
Plump out your pretty pink lips
In the quiet of night, please retract your claws
Calm thyself, you know your own heart
Time to realize you’re the fatal flaw

Looking Perfect In Your Pretty Pink Pumps

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Looking perfect in your pretty pink pumps

My heart broke the day I laid eyes on you

Feeling the disaster coming from far away

Disregarding independence declared to be true

Went away from all my trusted instincts

Drove right into your dream head first

Which instance did I do anything right

Ever since I’ve been dying in the desert of thirst