Poem #20-2012 Empty dreams

Help me lose my way
Layer me with marble
I'm on my last shakes
and the police don't care
Can you tell?
My dreams are empty
     as a miscarried womb
--misery bloodworm canker cancer rotten meat --
Feel it in your deep down!
Anesthesia
Tangled up in blood
Shit-filled fantasies
Wheelbound and
hellbent
Dark headspace
     spins me out of orbit
Black thighs
  squeezing my brain
     instead of my soul
Scorched in sin
swollen to bursting
Eat with me
Sleep with me
Be with me
           Tristessa

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Poem #19-2012 Falling Thoughts

She fell hard

hard like steel

hard like real

and she never made excuses

or completely lost her way

and she never got the blues

Hell, she was the blues:

Horn-splayed

drum-scattered

liquid thighed

vibrato-laden . . .

God! What a woman,

rain-soaked

Saturday afternoon

delight, tight

right up to dangerous --

fall off a cliff

headlong travesty

juicy wet lips beckoning --

(He fell, too,

hard as a rock

deepening vee

"You can't get pregnant

on top, baby")

How fast can you go

when the end is assured?

Pubic sore

Neither one ready to 

say "no more"

There was nothing more

than this falling fucking feeling

Falling!

Like a rock

Like a cock

"There's got to be more,"

she thought

And he licked her

where thought became

impossible

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