sex object. not afraid of the words.
I've used many objects for the sake of sex.
in fact my body has been pretty disposable-
I don't really mind it being used as
an "it" or a "thing" or a "that"
I've been cataloged and numbered-
like a returned book.
none of this is new to me.
but when my mind becomes saturated
with the secret darkness of manipulation
and it is slimy with half-truths
and unbelievably trite poetics.
forgive me, but this I will not stand for.
use me up and leave me out in heat.
but leave my poor mind, in tact.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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RICK: Hey Rick? DICK: Yea, Dick? RICK: See that sky roll on by? (points) DICK: ...Oh, my... RICK: Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner....
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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Another Indian woman living on our block has hair swept back and braided has jeweled toes, is in all yellow traditional regalia, and walks w...
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like me- it serves as a question as well as an appropriately foolish letter in bad company it only teams up with words like yodel, ...
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu...
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motionless sap. ogling your shadow, you have much thinking to do. has the potassium kicked you in the arse yet-and got you going? you a...
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Out the window, I thought I saw Emily pale, gawking. a green T-shirt. bouncing firey springs on her head.
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
The mind is the most important sex organ we have.
ReplyDelete(Ever heard of a mind-fuck?) ;)
Interesting perspective the disconnection of mind and body to keep some salvation. Evocative write ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteI agree with Eric. A mind-fuck is just as important. I also agree that I am not bothered by my body being used as an it, or a thing. I find it powerfully stimulating to be "used" in a passionate need. Manipulated is another matter. Slimy half truths are sorry excuses for transparency. And now we've come full circle back to mind-fuck!
ReplyDeleteWell done poem, and an interesting response to the prompt. Good one, Amy!
ReplyDeleteSo raw and open like a wound! I liked it :D
ReplyDeleteSad. The poor object is a witness to the baser qualities of humans. I like the way you've brought it out.
ReplyDeleteI like the combination of emotions... How you seem relaxed with so much, but then really says 'enough' when someone tries to f*ck with your mind. Powerful read! I really like it!
ReplyDelete;) thanks!
ReplyDeleteoh yes to this. yes yes yes.
ReplyDeleteDana :)
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