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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You Don’t See It

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You don’t see it
The boys not getting enough sleep
Those who have abandoned their homes
Keeping watch over the watery deep
You don’t see it
Those who dream of something better
Youth sacrificing blindly
Riding the tide, salt spray getting wetter
You don’t see it
Loading sea bags in early morning hours
Walking the gangplank in the face of fear
Trusting their lives to a Greater Power

*This is dedicated to the boys & girls who voluntarily leave the comfort of a normal life to do something different. We all have our reasons for why we’re here. I humbly thank those who have come before me, those standing next to me and those who will carry on the watch after my time is complete.

Drinking Out Of The Good Crystal

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Drinking out of the good crystal
Pouring another glass of Scotch
I’m not going to waste this life
I’m not going to stand by & watch
I want to get my hands dirty
Experience should be more than a page
I’m not going to live by proxy
I’m going die a virile man in my old age

I’ve Got My Earbuds In

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I’ve got my earbuds in
I’ve got the music up high
Dancin’ like an idiot
Sensory deprivation – no longer shy
Air guitar shredding tunes
I’m feeling good, cutting this rug
Wobbly knees & popping joints
Eyes closed/goofy look on this mug
But I’ll still give it a go
Silliness my forte – a touch of sass
My own man without regrets
Watch out now, time to move my ass

Returning To Simplicity

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Returning to simplicity
Tossing out these fledgling fates
Stunted growth increasing these days
Hindered by our technological rates
I don’t want to watch my soul wilt
I want to break free & soak up the sunshine
I’m through with this culture of victims
You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine

I Sit Mesmerized

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I sit mesmerized
Watching the sun crest the horizon
Arms wrapped around the prettiest girl
I’ve ever laid my eyes on
Pulling the zipper up to my chin
These mornings are surprisingly cold
Coffee does little to remedy my plight
But I’m content, together we’re gonna get real old

I Sit Overlooking The Harbor

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I sit overlooking the harbor
I’m wearing a silly sort of grin
I watch the sails disappear quietly
All the while, sipping a shade of gin
Otis replaying within my mind
His gentle soul resting upon my ears
I’m anxious, but that won’t matter
For the sea will swallow all your fears

Waking Up Next To The Woman I Love

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Waking up next to the woman I love
Morning coffee, time to take Jennings for a walk
Suburban life – an unexpected dream
Watching my beautiful family like a hawk
A simple life stolen from me
Sailing this ocean so I can be released
Living that life only through letters
Freedom will come & I’ll cherish every piece

The Sun Entering The Bedroom

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The sun entering the bedroom
She tasted like natural ginger root
Satisfied before she began her day
A short skirt & high heeled boots
A perfect way to leave her
A lovely morning with such a sight
I watched her until I couldn’t see
Everyone should be so lucky at first light