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Unmask the Gray


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Boning Evian

Well doc, it happened like this...

I lean in, listen to the fool
with his privy parts not where
they should be.
Quite frankly, I'm squeamish,
the same shade of corpse-white
he is, his face, not his violet cock.

But I can't help curiosity,
after all, I want to know what he did
to get the result he got.
NO sane man
would want to suffer the same.

"Big" Frank explained, been
bean-counting all the new hot thangs
and boning Evian, his water bottle lover.

I screwed the pooch on this one.
It was easy going in,
but so hard to get it out.


It was kind of funny but kind of NOT.
Funny ha-ha, like watching
a kick in the balls.
It makes you laugh even though
you know that shit smarts.

I double gloved in case his stupidity
transmitted like STDs,
cut "little" Frank out of his make-shift
plastic pussy and put his story away for
Emergency Room's Wildest On T.V.
 
Don't eat cookies in bed


This morning, coffee was served
between the sheets
along with breakfast,

which were leftovers
from last night's
midnight munchies.

Don't eat cookies in bed
as the crumbs remain.

They cling to
shoulder blades,
back, dimples

and once I lick them off
we might as well stay ~
take in lunch
and dinner too.
 
Freckles

"Pray tell, where?"

"Oh, right here"
one, two
—each, a lick
for emphasis
"Sun-made freckles"

"They are not"

"I know, I just like
to tease them
and hot kiss em' hard"
 
Legend in My Own Mind

My little succubus brazenly-naked,
grabbed her ankles,
wiggled, and jiggled,
spanked her ass until her round
cheeks bloomed blazin', crimson prints.

The dirty demon taunted,
jiggled, and wiggled,
peeked between her knees,
gave me an upside-down lewd smile,
tempted the horny devil inside of me.

Ah, yes, she excites to invite me.
I'm wanting my wicked way with her
wherever, whenever I feel the need.
I'm perverted; challenge accepted.
(Ha! As if there ever was a doubt.)

I licked my lips in fiendish greed,
then took what I wanted as, she
enticed that inner incubus into doing
whatever naughty thing that I pleased.
(Or so she had me believe.)

With a one-handed grip on her hip,
I slipped and slid in her musky heat.
I can't help, but think as she howls my name,
screams, "Oh, my god you sexy beast!"
That I'm wildest fuck she's ever had.

Much later, with her yowls still ringing my ears,
I'm spent, I'm done or simply said, I'm sated
Mr Sunshine breaks the day, I wake up with
my limp dick in one hand and cum in the other.
"Damn, I'm only a legend in my own mind."
 
REMmm

The rhythm of day
parallels the night
Awake or asleep
my dirty thoughts linger

Perversion injects
this lucid dreamer

I can do you
your sister
(and your mama too)
anywhere, any way
upside down
inside out
sixty-nine you
seven nights running

Or get off with
Basic Instinct
have a sex-pot
blonde bombshell
in hot nasty dreams
where I'm Michael and
Sharon Stone's pussy
(tastes alot like my pillow)

Thanks to REM
I can have Technicolor
Dolby Sound
silver screen wet dreams

Yes, this lucid dreamer
washes sheets all week
 
Deep Blue

Cool moon, stroke my midnight sky.

Hush a bye babe,
shush,
don't say a word.


Dark tranquil waters, slowly rock-a-bye.

Hush a bye babe,
shush,
don't say a word.


Deep blue above and below me,
I can't sleep tonight,
so send me adrift when I close my eyes.
 
Eating Time

Cracking an hour glass to swallow
one second, one grain
after the other takes patience
if you don't have it
don't bother because time doesn't stop
not for me, not for you

It goes in as sand and comes out the same.
 
Everything Will Be All Right

Brooding again with blue devils
who know me all too well
as they always find
what they leave behind

They welcome with tails
coiling around me
slippery with scummy slime

The dirty beasts
plant seeds of doubt
fertilize with lies
that endlessly multiple

Jettison this junk
from my head to
clear away moody logic

Yes, although I love you
blow jobs don't fix everything
give me time to
eat my own heart out

Tomorrow I'll slip away
from these black snakes
then everything will be all right
 
A Shutter Click: Deadfall (formerly, Falling)

Sunlight makes the white
so much brighter, back lighting clouds.
and they look like snow,
yes, smell like it too.

Morning air frosts pumpkins
and golden leaves that linger still.
I walk, stirring those that lie, crunching
them under boot heels.

They fall, but they are not muck
in a gutter, at least not yet.
They remain for a shutter click
then dead in a black and white photo.
 
Fight Club - a nod to Chuck Palahniuk

My single serving friend
doppelgänger
haven't seen you for awhile

We still don't get along, square
off, toe to toe
You hit me, I hit back
my Jack to your Tyler
We take our licks
because the fourth rule of Fight Club
is only two guys to a fight

A cold metal barrel in my mouth
but I never pull the trigger
You know that, win every time

You've always been braver
more clever, not afraid to be
It goes with losing everything
it's what sets you free

Yes I know that, didn't before
but I do now
This is my life and it's ending
one minute at a time
 
Flashbang

By the light of her Zippo
through hazy honeyrose
I caught a view

Then flash-bang, she had me
with those witchy eyes
and that tricky smile

"Life's an enigma"
(We'll figure it out)

Kama poured over
like hot cane syrup
then bound me to her
as I cooled
 
Clever Like a Crow

I cannot look at a crow
without imagining that he wears
a slick grin, running lengthwise, inviting.

It's your fault, your totem,
I see everywhere lone
or with another doing crow things.

Topping telephone lines,
streetlights and cawing orders,
drilling bottom
of trashcans for leftovers.

Most would think just a black bird,
an annoying pest. Not me, however,
I see you, oh so clever, wicked
lover, I see you.
 
Now from the Poet of Steel thread, 30 Poems in 30 Days.



Pseudo Recall


Winter sand sifts through toes
like gritty snowflakes
numbing them, but not the walker

Memories stay warm
hard-packed behind a zipper

The salt still isn't in the breeze
it's on the back of tongue
where pseudo and reality are the same
 
Stripping the Lights Fandango

Squint against the dawning flare
see white stars
blood behind my eyes
We are caught in the blue-black
road map, spider's web

Shut out the lights to only trip in the dark
There isn't a right side
no up or down
veins pump to the heart

I keep biting the inside of my cheek
thinking this will bring reality
but poison spreads so fast

We watched it darken, grow
bigger and irregular
Felt it suck life away, leaving pain

So tired, so tired
I know
but we'll dance again.

I know
 
Pixel Pig

It's too easy to merge and save
rename the file
get lost in the labyrinth of folders
My Documents
My Pictures
some are hidden, password protected
but they all take space

I glut on JPG
always asking for one more bite
just one more
(please) I shouldn't

but I do

Pixels fill me up in no time
a kilobyte at a time
I compress to fit every surface
inside my gut
layers on layers
every one opaque

except for the top, its 50% transparent
so I can see the bottom
so I can feel sharp edges, cutting
while I press photo flesh

Picture It! resize to 1024 by 768
its pixelated, in my face
but it's all right

REM fantasies are rendered
jerking off to sex in sepia,
Amber Hue says, I love you.
 
Meow

Hey kitty cat, I'd like a lick of that
my sticky tongue
lapping creamy curves
You can walk spiked heel
black fishnet toes, knead me
as long as you be my lap cat
 
Thinner

Damn it's freezing, breath-stealing-cold
The sun shines, but it's too faraway
no warmth reaches here

Teeth ch-chatter
even though I wear layers
two of everything to feel the heat
but it's not that

I pull my belt tighter
one more notch closer
not sucking it in, no
I'm too lean

Soon I'll cut new holes
tomorrow maybe or might look
for one that fits. Maybe
 
Tastes Like Death

I felt you like sun on skin
slow at first, warming permafrost
damage within

Radiated hotter, made blood trickle-flow
thumped ice crystals off a stone
but it was too much, too fast

Heat penetrated one layer
two layers, three
charred to the breast bone

Freezer burned scorched meat
still tastes like death
warmed over
 
Breathe Easy

Pink flowers on the Japanese Elm
made a mistake of early show
it snowed the very next day

Ice glazed the branches
crystal sculptures outside my window
a pretty winter picture

They froze their little
buds off. I can't help but grin

This spring, no hay fever
I will breathe while they remain
unadorned, dead, dead, dead!
 
Non-Stick

Power, telephone
college tuition
carnotesandcreditcards
bills
bills, bills


Her peppered bacon pops in the pan
hook the tines, spear the pig
How can she can eat it?

Vegetarian and carnivore
I tell myself, the fat seasons
the cast iron for cornbread

"Is it done yet?"
arms around my waist
open lip, wet kiss
nip between shoulder blades

she sighs

I shiver
"It won't be if you keep that up."

Down the front
Shea butter soft hands

she sighs again

Breakfast can wait
A little of her makes my world
less sticky
 
Something

The note in bold caps
highlighted on a yellow sticky
pinned to the board with a jumbo
hazard flame orange thumbtack

How could it ever be missed?
Its not going anywhere
and neither am I

We both know
I'm absent-minded
distracted,
play ignore better than most
can do this and be detached
mean it when nothing is said

What's wrong?
nothing
What is the opposite of nothing
something

Don't give reasons why
and silence won't be my answer
 
Still Sexy

"what's up?"

"I am" (on a double latte)

Chomps gum, "can i cum over?"
pops bubbles in my ear

Half-grin, "No"

I'm too busy, too old
for your seventeen yearold seduction
but thank you

It's flattering to know my
three day scruff
stressed out crazy hair
new daughter
new wife "no sleep" eyes
baggy scrub wearing ass is still sexy
 
I'm going to have to take a month to read and re-read these poems. I love that you've archived them into one thread. Yummmy Jami-san poetry!
 
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