all of a sudden passion suddenly

[4degrees]

full circle
beginning to
begin again
come around to me
again and
stay, just
don't move
more than 3 inches away
it must, my muse
remain this way
you and i for the we
no other he
my perfect picture
painted and my
best song ever sang
was you
it had you all over it
in and under
right on top, of course
this course seems to
twist with us,
anticipating our flow
knowing the way
we will go
stay right here
flow with this
omniscient
constant
twine of me
i stitch to you.

 

[4degrees]

make up
for twenty days before
stifled myself
for no good reason
for sure
i'm sure as i'm
breathin'
that this need
shared between
means one thing

it rises like a sun
pulled up by tendons
a flesh marionette
that loves to move with you
cover and consume
wrapped up inside of you
the way we move
syncronised fuckdance
loveskin inksuck
the prima poet
this pauper of passion
dies for you more
every night.

 

[4degrees]

overdone flow
like a train
downhill

this aint no trainwreck,baby

effects and falling leaves
cold air draws you near
keeps you in the warmth of me
indefinetly
here, we are

steps silent upon the
crispness of fall
memory of a budding
green spring infiltrate
my mind, looking over what
we'd once done
setting those wheels in motion
fueling this train
where are
my two
word lines?
overflow its known as
unable to find the
shut off valve
not possible to
stop it all, at all
my passion glows
like coals
on fire forever
for you.

 

[Tzara]

construction

i was building a fence
i was thinking of you
i was building a fence

that wasn't smart i
was pounding those nails
hard into the planks,
the posts bang bang bang bang bang bang

i wanted to pound harder
and faster
and longer and longer

but my arms were getting tired

i'm not that young
and
i finally stopped
and
that just made me sad as

i was still thinking of you

 

[Guest]

**************

Sweet saldne, stop
please
you are NOT
an idiot
because you
had a second
to think
a second thought
and
second thinking
scrapped the thought.

 

[Angeline]

Our narratives flow down.
My delta mouth ebbs stories
on the current of eyes, yours.
Enough to hold fathomless depth.
Where else but watery dreams,
yours like mine stooped
with a falter of years, stopped
with damnation, disinclination
to carry old waves ashore,
give them a resting place
at last a home

for silver sea dollars escaped
from anemone fingers, washed clear
from the silt beach,

D'arcy's Machine Shop 1966,
and not a drop of water in sight,
but a mermaid, a fairytale girl
sits cross-legged in the dirt,
lifts metal discs, forging dimes
from imagination
like the poor miller's daughter
spun gold from straw.

Years later she can't
remember the man's name.
She must give her children
to him. The dimes sink
blue-green, crusted treasure
in the wreck of memory.

 

[champagne1982]

shadows spelunk around my thighs
warmth winds tendrils through my belly
unexpected uvula against a lewd thrust

forcing alliteration can't be good
for a poet when all the words
want to gum up around sticky
fingers and turn into worn out
expressions of lax imagination.

descend into the earthy verb
and adjective and noun
simple seduction isn't enough
just fuck me.

 

[SeattleRain]

someone
probably a man
made a decision to give numbers to produce
who was the motherfucker who renamed my golden delicious
1045
and Jonathan 2029 and whatelse could they do
but sew in some flounder genes
4045 to make the berries more resistant to the frost
3034 strawberry does not grow in the woods now doe it?

I want my words back

the cashier does not know the name
of my onions


Vidalia
Vidalia

I whisper this name
as my mantra

we spit the stickers in the sink

 

[Tzara]

someone
probably a man
made a decision to give numbers to produce
who was the motherfucker who renamed my golden delicious
1045
and Jonathan 2029 and whatelse could they do
but sew in some flounder genes
4045 to make the berries more resistant to the frost
3034 strawberry does not grow in the woods now doe it?

I want my words back

the cashier does not know the name
of my onions


Vidalia
Vidalia

I whisper this name
as my mantra

we spit the stickers in the sink

Standing at the U-Scan,
I pass the cola over the glass.

"Blurp" says the machine and rings
up 1201, a six-pack of Jolt.

 

[bogusbrig]

her pouting was insufferable
her hurt feelings, a purile exhibition
she lusted at inconvenient times
like a bitch in heat
her snatch was always accomodating
to passing strangers

I wanted to be the nameless one
who could dismiss the damge
caused by her fucked up morals
but I was always to blame
for her holy wetness
for her wallowing in self pity

her amateur traumatics were inane
childish tantrums calling for attention
I would fuck her for spite
because I could
then lived with the regret
that she would think it was more

than that

 

[Maria2394]

the power of a broken wheel

No one spoke of the unbroken ones,
Nary a word was whispered.
Throughout the day then
half the night, nothing could roll
Nothing was right,
And the broken one held their attention.
All eyes were focused upon the broken wheel,
And no one seemed to notice,
No one seemed to care,
That in the time
they had spent on mourning,
They could have walked
away from there.

 

[champagne1982]

No one spoke of the unbroken ones,
Nary a word was whispered.
Throughout the day then
half the night, nothing could roll
Nothing was right,
And the broken one held their attention.
All eyes were focused upon the broken wheel,
And no one seemed to notice,
No one seemed to care,
That in the time
they had spent on mourning,
They could have walked
away from there.

There was a cog askew
inside the mill and the noise
was enough to annoy
even those with a callus
where their irritable nerve should be.

Don't get me wrong.

I think a grinding cry is permissable
when a gear has lost a tooth
and if the machinery doesn't whir,
be patient with the sobs
they'll only last until the miller
skillfully aligns the stone.

The wheel shall turn once more.

 

[Vampiric_Mirage]

1,506.
That number should make me happy.
Finally I have accomplished something,
a noticeable word count...
Then why is it
when inspiration comes to one
it flees from the other?

How can I choose a story over a poem
or visa versa?

1,506,
you have stolen all my beautiful words.

 

[cymry]

One within another

1,506.
That number should make me happy.
Finally I have accomplished something,
a noticeable word count...
Then why is it
when inspiration comes to one
it flees from the other?

How can I choose a story over a poem
or visa versa?

1,506,
you have stolen all my beautiful words.

The words are a caress
on the subtle skin of intelect
whether in a multitude
or in the most minute.
Possibilities oft times
shout out their existance
then in a turn of intention
whisper their gossamer secrets
into the night.
Passion will come in due course
if the portals of inspiriation
are left ajar.

 

[Liar]

six shooter news
ten steps to sleep
four hours to dawn
and one warm body
right here

desicions
desicions

add the numbers
six ten four one
21

a perfect Vegas
sweet deal duo

could you
resist this?

 

[annaswirls]

and this is when you ask yourself
do I really want to tell you
about how
I
miss
my son
or why the grandchildren cannot come to stay here
their father wants a dog
a vicious dog
do you want to know my relative position to the moon
or do we save this for our sisters
our diaries
our goddamn therapists
because tell me
did you not mention the perpetual arousal and did I
did I
can we save the oreos and milk
for snack and nap and
see how I hold hold hold back
oh the upper hand of the pause
save it save it pour your perversion over me
palm my head
call for your dead mother
mother
no she is not coming no
dont you just want to save the middle names and the eye color for the dmv baby
jesus you are hard
jesus
I am ready
take me down to the church lot
you fog the back
I will take the front
shake my seat you fucker
with your pull and jerk
catch my hair in your mouth as my head pounds the head rest
stain my seats baby
come come
tell me what you feel
tell me what you see
back there
spread and naked
our imperfect bodies meet somewhere
and crack like spit in frozen air
and baby skip the middle name and baby shower wishes
just meet me in the hind brain
just let off your steam

 

[Leviluv]

risk it
take a chance
open up
see the moon
see the stars
sun rises
sun sets
like love
always there.

 

[annaswirls]

the first time I did it was two winters ago, we were going out to eat and I wore a long black knit dress with nothing underneath and the iced air blew up my dress and oh how to describe the sensation of the frozen wind on my wet lips with nothing there to protect them, nothing there to absorb their excitement as it flowed completely exposed, I swear if I had stood there I would have come, whipped by the fingers of the breeze that invaded my darkness, waking it up in such a cruel way, for the first time, being fucked awake from ten years of warm hibernation, pulled from the cave, stripped of the fur coat and fucked fucked fucked into this intimate state of arousal fucked awake by icicle fingers oh it was torture getting from the warm car to the restaurant and if it were you surely you would have popped two strategic buttons from my dress and zipped yourself free melting my frozen naked crotch, burning my razor raw skin with your own wires flooding me until my legs melted down the brick wall behind the restaurant. yes yes yes

 

[Leviluv]

I've forgetten what life
would be like,
what it used to be
without coffee.

I wonder if
it weren't for
this tiny, stimulating bean,
I would exist today.

 

[Leviluv]

Be a poet or be a star.
Whatever you dream
could become
reality.

With a positive attitude,
it will bring you far;
the only way
to succeed.

 

[annaswirls]

it starts with the silver ring on my toe
hidden under thick socks
I can already feel its weight
and restraint
as he foirges it into my chain

 

[4degrees]

breathing
deliberate inhale
counting the ticks
the throbs of a heart
pulse pumping
say it out loud, again
contained and waiting for
a change,
can ya spare some change?
no.
i can bear to change some,
cash in the shit
for something more
time takes time and i
find this out again
its okay,
all ive got is time
today
all the time in the world
in a day, in this one
second that is real,
for you.
count it down and
make you take off
like a rocket, rockin'
my world again,
making me remember
that at this moment in time
its pure perfection
right here, me and my
beautiful affection.

 

[RhymeFairy]

the first time I did it was two winters ago, we were going out to eat and I wore a long black knit dress with nothing underneath and the iced air blew up my dress and oh how to describe the sensation of the frozen wind on my wet lips with nothing there to protect them, nothing there to absorb their excitement as it flowed completely exposed, I swear if I had stood there I would have come, whipped by the fingers of the breeze that invaded my darkness, waking it up in such a cruel way, for the first time, being fucked awake from ten years of warm hibernation, pulled from the cave, stripped of the fur coat and fucked fucked fucked into this intimate state of arousal fucked awake by icicle fingers oh it was torture getting from the warm car to the restaurant and if it were you surely you would have popped two strategic buttons from my dress and zipped yourself free melting my frozen naked crotch, burning my razor raw skin with your own wires flooding me until my legs melted down the brick wall behind the restaurant. yes yes yes

melt into me
icicle fingers
fucking deep.
shaping reshaping,
channeling through.
tearing me down,
only to rebuild
rebuild
bigger
better
over
and over

long tall strokes
firmly hard.
hanging on tight
clasping, purging
me of this coldness,
stroking
stoking my fires,
with icy fingers
without
to within
again
again
yessssss

 

[4degrees]

fired up
and flamin'
inspired
again, and
tapping out
thank yous to
my taproot
footprint
big boot
snakeskin

extinguish
my anguish
put out my pain
with that condensed
condensation
my inspiration
close relation of
all these things

a stick of me
smolders while
the hottest inner fire
glowsbright orange
i'm stirred into
that inferno
of burning
you

 

[RhymeFairy]

burn into me
molten liquidated fire
flaming through
these mortal veins

veins
of pulsating
want.
craving you,
touching you
with shooting embers
of heated ownership.

own this fiery body,
take me
I am yours
to command
worship,
titillatingly tempt
with pagan rites
of wizardry wants.

visit this temple
of you
me
scorching
neurons
of us ...