Here's a "nickle's worth of free advice"
when half-parting lips to let go
of secret's past--try not to fling them
against a solid wall of brick,
a solid wall of brick,a solid wall of brick
--deflected. old men with paling hairs--
we don't like you, our first inclination is
to reject you--oh yeah you are a bit crotchety
oh yes you are old man winter--frightening white.
You are frigid and yet, expectant.
Let's not let youth move forward.
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick
a solid wall of brick.
Tickle your toes. . .
-
I swing in a mini skirt and pill box hat, cat-eyes and pompadour hair, wild in my Stiletto-heeled shoes- and I skulk in a monk dress with th...
-
Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
-
Happy April. I am currently working on this month's series "you don't remember anything, even though you were there." ov...
-
shake up my heart and flavor your life it is full of holes. you cannot see me for I am brow deep in my old pain and I cannot speak because I...
-
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...
-
This week has allowed me to get back in the swing of things to use a cliche that I adore. This particular cliche allows me to be vague with ...
-
Recently I have been really attempting to delve into what it means to be a poet. Jim Morrison once wanted to be a poet, and look where it go...
-
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... -
where I'm coming from- you cannot "see"-self-blinded- and not listening.
-
all is up. a dreamy boy fills your legs with such a torso- he acts like your tongue is hard candy- and the crust in your eyes is cinnamon.
Poets United Contributor
No comments:
Post a Comment