i let a stranger tongue my face
23rd July 2009i let a stranger tongue my face
and ever since I feel like puking when I think
i let a stranger fondle my ass
on the outside of my little jean skirt
and ever since I feel like shitting my pants
i smell him like a wasp smells a bear
and my insides want to projectile through my nose
because when i say i let
i mean i invited
like in the movies, when you have to invite the vampire into your home
only it wasn’t a vampire
or a teenager
just a big man with a big boner
and me
with the perfect boner-shaped opening
overripe for the slaughter
and ever since i feel like dying when i think
or maybe living some more
i got his number in my phone
maybe i will call him
and listen to my ears bleed lubricant
let him fuck me, live inside me
while the walls melt
and in the morning
nothing happens
and i don’t smell him
while i continue charades
and i forget
how i was swollen
not with regret but with acceptance
how i was prodded
by a strange white cock
and inside my girl
there is nothing
and inside my woman
there is death
and inside
there is outside
and outside
there is nothing
23rd July 2009 at 9:25 pm
Holy shit, this is totally raw and “in your face.” I like it. It’s honest above all else. And it is not crap poetry.
23rd July 2009 at 9:26 pm
Also, I must add you on my blogroll.
23rd July 2009 at 10:20 pm
feel you.
hard.
23rd July 2009 at 11:24 pm
Some striking imagery here, especially the final four lines. Can’t pretend I like it but it’s effective.
24th July 2009 at 8:26 am
Today I took my mom napking at dinner time
and between violently sniffing and aspiring I got her mocus (the green thing that comes out of your nose) through my troath
and inside my stomach, and ever since I do feel like puking as well.
25th July 2009 at 1:45 pm
Medicatedlady: Thank you and welcome nice lady.
xTx: Feel you. Always.
Jim: No need to pretend, Jim. We do enough of that already.
Mariana: Interesting but why you were violently sniffing and aspiring, though? That’s a somewhat abnormal reaction to have to your mom.
26th July 2009 at 5:53 pm
i love the real words you use, sometimes “shitting” makes the best poetry =) mad respect
28th July 2009 at 1:12 am
Well shit, Loopholes, thanks. :)
20th August 2009 at 12:15 pm
Sometimes I read things like this that you write and you remind me of things I’ve forgotten, intentionally. But well written as ever, great rhythm and momentum, it feels like once it’s started it can’t stop.