Air Pollution
I am just a wasted body
turned into air pollution
like a million others.
the sex doesn't look
so empty on T.V but
I suppose that's what
they don't tell you
when you memorize the script.
you barter for his soul
and walk away with only skin.
ten minutes,
take out the trash,
leave hollow, and repeat.
the atmosphere is clogged
with billions...
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I am just a wasted body
turned into air pollution
like a million others.
the sex doesn't look
so empty on T.V but
I suppose that's what
they don't tell you
when you memorize the script.
you barter for his soul
and walk away with only skin.
ten minutes,
take out the trash,
leave hollow, and repeat.
the atmosphere is clogged
with billions...
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.lascivicious wolf times III.
elektriK kabuki/ shee sees shapes
masking as womanhood concept unknown
dying to fetch a plate of dye four her sister
she sliiiiiiithers down pink hills/ like Frida Kahlo
she spills her paint over canvas after canvas
sinuous and brilliant in the diffused television glow;
it castss light over watchers
as watchers casst luminous glares over/her
.
. shes got ten fingers...
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elektriK kabuki/ shee sees shapes
masking as womanhood concept unknown
dying to fetch a plate of dye four her sister
she sliiiiiiithers down pink hills/ like Frida Kahlo
she spills her paint over canvas after canvas
sinuous and brilliant in the diffused television glow;
it castss light over watchers
as watchers casst luminous glares over/her
.
. shes got ten fingers...
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rupture.
silent vulture
hunting for his prey so clean
stoic
beautiful
eyes burning with something undecided
a stare penetrating and trembling
under which the body defies the surroundings,
crumbles.
helpless.
little lamb in a blackberry patch
thickets and thorns
entanglement of desire.
blood warming
skin starts to twitch
the background too loud for words.
i just see those eyes glittering.
snake eyes...glittering.
wolf eyes...judging.
predator...
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silent vulture
hunting for his prey so clean
stoic
beautiful
eyes burning with something undecided
a stare penetrating and trembling
under which the body defies the surroundings,
crumbles.
helpless.
little lamb in a blackberry patch
thickets and thorns
entanglement of desire.
blood warming
skin starts to twitch
the background too loud for words.
i just see those eyes glittering.
snake eyes...glittering.
wolf eyes...judging.
predator...
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wynnifred:
I almost named one of my bands "Dead Meat" but went with Ass Machine instead 
nateb:
Haunting, beautifully simple but deep. Good rhythm. I'm glad you posted a new poem, it's been awhile. Beautiful mind.
reina:
wow!
I'm in yours favorite!??!!
thanx u!
I'm in yours favorite!??!!
thanx u!
joxster9:
Thank god, for a minute there I thought you meant the film.
chika:
oh my god, you should apply to become a suicide girl!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
not only are you intelligent, you are also breathtaking!
not only are you intelligent, you are also breathtaking!
doctor:
drollllllllll
Wet.
Let them be.
Let them be with their lewd pink spasms and choked up memoirs.
I wish to taste their bright screams like vanilla entertainment
and drink the thick orange nectar of their sweet lies .
I am kicking up the animal dirt and smearing politics from one arm to the other.
In her honor, over her shoulder.
Out of the corner of her...
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Let them be.
Let them be with their lewd pink spasms and choked up memoirs.
I wish to taste their bright screams like vanilla entertainment
and drink the thick orange nectar of their sweet lies .
I am kicking up the animal dirt and smearing politics from one arm to the other.
In her honor, over her shoulder.
Out of the corner of her...
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joxster9:
Do you write short stories too? If so, I'd like to read one.
Ichor.
where the marble boys
give pink dust
from their wounds
the trees collide in circles
sinking slowly through their middles
spinning leaves, troubled stitches.
their heads lay on the branches
stiff and sober with
years of longing and
bubbles of infection
that can never burst.
they have been sewn shut.
their mouths left
in a purple swollen pucker
their lashes oily and slowly
crumbling...
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where the marble boys
give pink dust
from their wounds
the trees collide in circles
sinking slowly through their middles
spinning leaves, troubled stitches.
their heads lay on the branches
stiff and sober with
years of longing and
bubbles of infection
that can never burst.
they have been sewn shut.
their mouths left
in a purple swollen pucker
their lashes oily and slowly
crumbling...
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chika:
love your verses, thay are so inspiring
and your new profile pic is awesome!
and your new profile pic is awesome!
nateb:
Beautiful! 'Complacency wracks their thighs'...exquisite. It's hard to know where to start when talking about this poem: The wording, the metaphor, the feeling...it's all very beautiful. It's beautiful but it twists guts, beautifully. Your words are beautiful.
"Gentle reader, the ugliness of that spectacle buggers description. Who can be a cringing pissing coward, yet vicious as a purple-assed mandrill, alternating these deplorable conditions like vaudeville skits? Who can shit on a fallen adversary who, dying, eats the shit and screams with joy? Who can hang a weak passive and catch his sperm in mouth like a vicious dog? Gentle reader, I fain...
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xoch:
ooooo thanks lady i like very much your style!!!
xoxox
xoxox
nateb:
You definitely have a way with words. Great images, great feeling. I like the way your simile and literary reference fits the language style you use.
peachtree.
put me on a pedestal
dragged me into your arms
sat through the cinema
to catch the chorus in your eyes
longed for the valley
and the swamps in your heart
found a secret down in georgia
and fit the key into your lock.
swordsmiths knocking clear
the ringing never stops
another boy drowned in earth
the brambles claim his soul
mortuary kisses stolen...
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put me on a pedestal
dragged me into your arms
sat through the cinema
to catch the chorus in your eyes
longed for the valley
and the swamps in your heart
found a secret down in georgia
and fit the key into your lock.
swordsmiths knocking clear
the ringing never stops
another boy drowned in earth
the brambles claim his soul
mortuary kisses stolen...
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