by the wayOut here.
Traffic and Gods.Few things provide more pleasure (outside of the sexual realm) than being opposite the traffic.Traffic and Gods.
I bask in these moments, roll the windows down, music up, hang my arm out the side. Sometimes light a smoke.
But I always, always, make eye contact. I make it with every driver
of every immobilized steel paper weight
I can. Lined up two by two, only with no marching.
I rub it in because I know soon enough I
won't be getting anywhere either; Traffic is the most immortal of all human creations.
PappadeauxIt was a place for Deserted souls To watch despairingPappadeaux
Old man bands Clutching to past dreams, While waiting for a
Jimmy Buffet retirement In which they will be
Of no use to the world.
I smoked a lonely Cigarette And watched the disaster Play out.
Bathroom ConfessionalThe fat man sat In Kenny’s wheelchair While Kenny tried To shit.Bathroom Confessional
“He’s got no control,
It’s a waiting game.
We just try to put him On a schedule, you see”
Ah, got it, I said And unzipped.
And while I took care of business I tried to figure out Why the fuck He told me this.
I zipped and Washed my hands, As any sane person does.
The fat man wasn’t through Though, He asked where I lived, Said he didn’t care for it.
So I told him I was Previously from the north. I enj
PricelessThe best job I ever did Mowing the lawn Was when I Did it InPriceless
The dark.
“Fuck him” I thought “He wants his fucking Grass cut, I’ll cut it”
I grabbed my Flashlight And we set off On our mission of Spite.
For a moment, I was distracted Because not one single yuppie Fuck-bag Stuck their head out And yelled about Little Johnny trying to Sleep Like I wanted them to Do.
“Focus, asshole” I said to me My light companion
Said it too,
Danci
On Reading Poetryi listen to the formation of his vowels and a drawl mimicking the softened lights, i fall in love with his rumble like lost thunder. His line breaks and pauses define a fragmented puzzle—one exclamation here, one question there-- two bodies, breathing. His eyes close slightly, his heart slows, a quick dream climbs between the rustle of turning pages, unmade, and then an awakening; a continuing vibration lingers between chest and drum. i fall in love with his heaving, a rise and deep fall like an empire. i soon follow suit—eyes cheating their ponder, arms relaxOn Reading Poetry
i would like to see if it is ok with u if i use one of ur poems in a project, but u of course will get full credit.
ur poem just fascinates me.
i love the poem called "The Poem"
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After reading Twilight...I may never find a boyfriend now...
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"Don't judge me because I frighten you."-me
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Do you like to roleplay ?
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This world is just an illusion, trying to change you.
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