Dirty 30 in 30

[4degrees]

1-11

these past days
the dirty is undermined-
with the new season comes
sweetness and poems
'i love you's and 'you are
still my hero' resonate within
this hollow, keeping me in
the moment at hand
just wanting you near
never close enough, even
when we intertwine
but ever present in
my mind, is a vision of
two kissing, frozen
forever in time
and summer never comes.

 

[Tzara]

30: Self-explanatory

nothing nothing nothing
nothing nothing nothing
nothing nothing nothing
nothing nothing


er,






nothing

 

[4degrees]

1-12

My red rises up
finding the aperture
tainting as a tongue slides
vacillates with the sharp edge
marring this throb of life force
he is drunk on me again
dangerous moments when
with a slip, or just a bit
more pressure
so easily could the
ultimate be obtained-
with every time survived
tempers this ache to die

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Good night sweet prince. Great job on those 30, Tz. It was wonderful to read them.

 

[butters]

4/30

how is it three can have
so
much
stuff?
and how can time have passed so swiftly
accumulating
so
much
dust?
fingertips are raw
are sore
with sorting, bagging, hoisting, lugging
bones complain
and muscles blame the brain for its
idea - no
cheering its audacity
its 'don't kick 'em up the butt' tenacity ...

i counted every screw
each allen ruddy keyed connection in my bed
tossed out old cards he'd sent me
with lost lighters, rizlas, worn and warped LP's
and still i haven't finished but at least the rooms are swapped
the whole house had a change around
and i am fit to drop

 

[4degrees]

1-13

forked tongue to skin
some dirty passions are
slick like nectar
thick like paint
it strokes you bare
like a bone
until those kisses
leave us both raw
and always wanting more

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Napo 6

. . . . .

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 7

. . . . .

 

[4degrees]

1-14

His black beauty is contagious
Disease of the heart and mind
Nevermind the soul, it left long ago
In love with my own atrophy
Infected, his perfection cleanses the
Very wounds that burned clean through
This perverse sentiment of love
And there is no cure, it is here to stay.

 

[darkerdreamer]

10 - AC/DC Converter

I am the windup from Phantom
but my cymbals are gone
replaced by knives and pens
that cut and write nothing
and lies and destruction.

"I pray the lord my soul to take,
take me whole and make me fake."

I am the disappointment
barely hidden on the tip of
your tongue,
on your lips,
so palpable it has a taste.

"Hook a battery to my chest
fucked my corpse and laid to rest."

Reanimate me
or eviscerate me,
just do fucking anything
so I know we aren't
running on batteries.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 8

. . . . .

 

[4degrees]

1-15

No poems dancing
or even dripping out my tips
words will not do
will not match these thoughts
these ideas, ideals of you
i am too-too consumed
to even write about
making love to a cadaver
that is how much
you've eaten me up.

 

[4degrees]

1-16

Stealing those sweet kisses
Looking on as you're laid
Out across my floor, that blank stare
Excites me insanely
Makes me think about last weekend
And if you'll be up for more
This coming weekend
Or if I should freeze you.

 

[4degrees]

1-17

salacious intensity
the meat of a poem and
of some things not yet spoken
a nod, a drink, the sucking
on a filtered cigarette
body language of the undead
you dirty boy, he said
write me in your story
I'll promise you forever
Fucking without impunity
we all are dying any way
we can, it all feels like
a scar under sensitive fingertips
this is your monster, my
mortal wound bleeds words
and caustic sugar
drink me pretty and wash
me after, scrub with steel wool
but the dirty is forever.

 

[4degrees]

1-18

cheating, recycled from 07.



sediment accosting the
natural flow
synthetic mud chokes
a vital vacuity
watch me recycle
living on my offal
sentiments divine
dispite this visual.

 

[4degrees]

1-19

nondescript random words
take the places that are
rendered numb when
the heat of your evil core
seeped over to my side
of the bed
Oh boy you left me speechless
without those bitten kisses
or the sharpness of steel
making me squirm-
you next to me,
the sound of your breath
the smooth vinyl i rub against
the smell of your hair
warms my nose and
makes bats flap inside
my belly, it is truly
serious.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 9

. . . . .

 

[4degrees]

1-20

unconventional is an
understatement;
this method of love
practiced and becoming
so precise
as weeks pass,
in one pass this time,
the line appeared
red and then, with another
it opened and wept for me
the very essence of you
passing past my lips
then my ways
writhe wildly when
the beast becomes my love
and hunger drives his
every motion, the sound
of skin and saliva
is music to my ears
and i come again.

 

[butters]

5/30

labyrinthe


the memory has many rooms
and many rooms have many doors
and many people come and go
and go and come through doors and rooms

and if each door should have its key
each key sat neatly in its lock
how many hands would turn those keys
to lock the doors of memory?

how many hands would take those keys
the keys to rooms with doors now locked
and how many would keep those keys
how many keys would then be lost?

the memory has many rooms
and many doors though some are locked
memory hides some things away
and doors stayed closed although we knock

 

[4degrees]

1-21

Dark and underground
Mixing with the very dirt
From whence we came, once
Existing only it seems
To suck the very life
In such lovely ways
This kind of devotion
Stings sweetly with every
Mark of permanence.
Each one, another pledge of
Sick and suffered allegiance.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 10

. . . . .

 

[butters]

lord, i'm so behind on these

6/30
what's for dinner?

wha' do ya know? wha' do ya know now?
i hear de man an'
i gonna get me
a li'l reggae reggae in de ki'chen tonite

hot up that oven, chil',
and chill de mango juice reeeel goood
is lookin' fine
as she done bubble in de oven
dress de salad, a li'l lemon,
a li'l lime, lay it on de li hi ine

aw lord, is smells sooo good
i dancin' in de ki'chen
yea, i dancin' in de ki'chen
got me a li'l reggae reggae tonite

 

[4degrees]

1-22

missed a day an
now i succumb to
the true dirty of the thread
it slides through my fingers
as i pinch it tight
and leaves a red
burn across the
callous life creates.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

napo 11

. . . . .

 

[4degrees]

1-23

My darling
our parting is ne'er sweet
searching for some way to keep
these moments frozen as
time ticks away
let the world go on,
about its silly ways while
you remain in my arms
where you belong
playing dead and
we'll be left alone
posing for each other
without muscle or bone
moving whatsoever.