- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Breakfast Miracles
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For Jon; see you in hell.
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After I finish my coffee—
heavy on the milk/ no sugar—
I'm going to fly off this fucking balcony.
You'll sit there
looking stupid
nursing bitter
blackened
tea, wondering
if I ever believed in God.
I'll float above you like a sherbet dream
while you suffer the usual,
horrid platitudes.
"She looks like a grizzly bear."
"No, she's definitely a stegosaurus."
"She kinda looks like a turtle."
You'll smile like splenda, saying,
"She was never constant about anything."
And before I catch the eastern breeze for Barbados,
I'll hover in your peripheral,
singing,
"God is dead!
Long live masturbation!"
- COMMENTS
live4passionabout 13 years agoyour raw, knife edged, no bullshit style is..
a welcomed breeze
greenmountaineerabout 13 years agoGreat poem. The last line was quite a climax; pardon the pun. Not sure S4 was necessary. I think "She was never constant about anything" with the way you set it up in the preceding line was more than sufficient. I also wondered about "for Barbados." If it was just for alliterative affect in the line, it seemed superfluous to me because the economy of your language was so well done elsewhere in the poem.
Anyway, I've known a woman's scorn once or twice before, and I'm far enough removed in time to have an appreciation for it. I look forward to reading more of your poems.
twelveooneabout 13 years agothe old splenda smile, isn't it great? In a sherbet dream, yet. Lagging a little here. A5 never the less, now let me see some commentary on what you think is good. OK?
