Czechs Mex
03-27-2005, 06:31 PM
Okay, I make no claims to be a poet, but I thought I'd share with you some stuff I found on my computer. Mock me, love me, read it or don't. Do what you wish with this topic. If feedback is good maybe I'll post more.
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Devotion
She takes him by the wrists and soaks his dirty hands
In gasoline.
She massages the broken lines on his palms,
retraces the scars she buried there.
She curls her nails underneath his,
Scrapes the layered earth
From his fingertips,
Plucks each singed hair from his knuckles.
She remembers these shapes.
They hold her pure.
She outlines his face,
Presses against his chest,
Extends her hands.
His calluses blister again.
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A Love Poem
When you smile
I want to get close enough
To break your teeth
And feed them to you.
I want you to taste the twenty whores
That thrust their desire
And disease into me.
When your eyes begin to squint
And your lips curl against you,
I want to see the most horrifying, clamp-jawed
Mess of gums ever to squeeze from shame.
The next time you smile,
I know you’ll mean it.
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Skin
A woman slices tomatoes.
The juice runs off the table, between her toes.
The dog licks it up.
A door slams. A man says nothing.
He slumps upon the couch. He shuts his eyes.
A dog wags its tail.
From the kitchen, a methodic thump
Drowns silence. The knife grows dull,
A tomato resists. It doesn't matter.
The skin is split, and the insides gush
Like maggots, feasting on the nectar of the dead.
The dog drools. A man sleeps.
The woman eats.
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Devotion
She takes him by the wrists and soaks his dirty hands
In gasoline.
She massages the broken lines on his palms,
retraces the scars she buried there.
She curls her nails underneath his,
Scrapes the layered earth
From his fingertips,
Plucks each singed hair from his knuckles.
She remembers these shapes.
They hold her pure.
She outlines his face,
Presses against his chest,
Extends her hands.
His calluses blister again.
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A Love Poem
When you smile
I want to get close enough
To break your teeth
And feed them to you.
I want you to taste the twenty whores
That thrust their desire
And disease into me.
When your eyes begin to squint
And your lips curl against you,
I want to see the most horrifying, clamp-jawed
Mess of gums ever to squeeze from shame.
The next time you smile,
I know you’ll mean it.
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Skin
A woman slices tomatoes.
The juice runs off the table, between her toes.
The dog licks it up.
A door slams. A man says nothing.
He slumps upon the couch. He shuts his eyes.
A dog wags its tail.
From the kitchen, a methodic thump
Drowns silence. The knife grows dull,
A tomato resists. It doesn't matter.
The skin is split, and the insides gush
Like maggots, feasting on the nectar of the dead.
The dog drools. A man sleeps.
The woman eats.
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