In an effort to post more regularly, I have decided to set myself a challenge.
Three basic rules:
1. 1 poem a day (for the next year);
2. At least one word I am unfamiliar with to incorporate into each poem; and
3. Every 7 days incorporate some type of structured poem (as opposed to free verse).
Welcome to day 2!
Morning Glory
The Feathers in my doonah
Sing love songs causing hot sweats through my veins
My midnight tongue slips in and out
Itching with supplication
For warm foreign skin
Unknown bronze ideal
Cream on my lips
Exaggerated mouths upon a youthful countenance
The sag of heavy pert breasts
Contribute to the heat of the goose down
The morning in its blandness
Forms it's colourful menagerie
In the engorged realm beneath my sheets
The flexible nature of her spine
The way it contracts presses together
The contours of her buttocks and chest and neck
Imaginary my nerves electrified by these phantasms
These are other
These heavenly shapes
In my mind all consuming yet reductive
As I forge my own violent pornography
Where I do not act
But watch her unfold and lay herself down upon me
All these thoughts intoxicating as perfume reside in me
She is invisible in my bland cream blasted world
I shut my eyes and drift
As I feel the blood spurting down
Tearing up my insides
Then finally release at the subtle image of hot pink lips
Who blow a hot pink kiss
No comments:
Post a Comment