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[Neonurotic]

Growing Old

Men grow old, quite literally.
Gray hairs everywhere,
yes down there and even
down around there!
Longer noses, some have
cherry red and bulbous,
hairs growing out nostrils.
Ears never stop getting
bigger. Nutsacks are pendulous,
swinging and yes, so much
extra skin, sometimes they
are pinched when they're sat on.

Not such a pretty picture
not so distinguished,
I contemplate this plucking
a wild hair on top of my ear.

 

[Neonurotic]

Nun Habit

*have to be logged in to see the illustrated poem.

 

[Neonurotic]

Moab Self-Portrait

A snowy morning
frosts desert sandstone;
by noon it's a pink river flowing,
carving a new canvas.​

 

[Neonurotic]

What The Birds Say:
Coldness​

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What The Birds Say:
Shiver​

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[Neonurotic]

A Scene in The Kitchen, Featuring Food Guy

From crannies, they come,
someone must've opened a
can of cats, me-ow.

 

[Neonurotic]

on new cat eve - nothing against the new princess but...

she says she wants another cat.
it's an innocent child thing to say
natural, she's eight. she wants
to call her princess, a baby kitty
to mother, to grow up with like i had.

but i can't, at least not yet.
i'm mourning my boy.

i knew the moment he left me
and not because the vet said.
i had held him as his fur
cooled and the rumble of his
purr against my chest went silent

i'm still missing him,
doubtful if he could ever be replaced.

and this is when i remember,
it's her request, her choosing
the new cat at a shelter. her cat,
not mine as i keep mine in
eighteen years worth of memories.

 

[Neonurotic]

Goblin Topplers

Mushroom-capped formations
balance on delicate necks
done so for twenty million years
and one shove changed the face
of what's always been.​

posted 2.15.2014
http://www.literotica.com/p/goblin-topplers

 

[Neonurotic]

Contrast

That little finger sticks out
every time she sips her
tea and I have the urge to bite it
or at least nibble her perfect
little nail manicure.
Because perfect needs imperfect
to appreciate what is best
and every bad boy needs a good girl
to mess around with,
Miss Primly is mine.

 

[Neonurotic]

Box Elder's Reprieve

The sun shines until
the bugs come to crawl
the windows by the dozen,
creepy, pesky but harmless.

By nightfall, they will be
dead in the snow dust.
Morning, I will have black and red
carcasses to sweep.

Rinse and repeat.
That tree is a mess but it's a good
shade. It survives another year,
that is until the fire needs fat wood.

 

[Neonurotic]

Upstairs Downstairs

It's because it is too cold upstairs
I don't bunk in that morgue,
instead, I sleep on the sofa.
It's because the climb is too steep;
it pains the knees with the up down.
I live on the main floor.
But really it's not. It's the oneness,
the empty bed, I can't lie and dream.

 

[Neonurotic]

Cat Haipu

The cats only poop
when I get home
my hello moves furry stinkers.

 

[Neonurotic]

Cat's Meow

She said she was 18,
old enough for what she
had in mind
and what was on mine,

which really wasn't on mine;
it's more like, I'm old
enough to be her father.
I'm not into family issues.

She's too young to know
how to seduce me.

I move onto the cougar
who wears too much make-up
before the kitten calls
my bluff and makes me her daddy.

 

[Neonurotic]

Yakisoba, I Miss You and Japan Too

It's been so long I've almost forgotten,
almost, not quite. The narrow streets
of glowing Ginzas with hole-in-the-wall
dining, only three or four sit comfortably
while everyone else wait outside, but
it's worth the wait. Benny's yakisoba
is art on the flat iron grill, elevating
cabbage's humble status with carrots,
buckwheat noodles and slivered pork,
a delicacy smothered in a tangy sauce.

I've tried to recreate this recipe hundreds
of times with hundreds of "almost" dishes,
but none compare. Sometimes I fool
myself with sake and Yebisu though
I know even a drunk can taste the
difference between pork divine and
pink slime. One day I will go back to
Sasebo, find Benny, drink a beer and
suffer the glutton ways all for that bbq.

 

[Neonurotic]

Stolen From a Hoarder

The man bent over showing
his fat can like two honey-baked hams,
wheezed as he dug through boxes
of his treasures.

"It's just the thing you gotta see"
is really nothing to me.

Bristles of a broom never touched
a corner, nor soap and water.
Items stacked to the ceiling,
best served in a landfill are pawed
with sticky strawberry soda fingers.

He inspects and admires it all,
places them with care into
cockroach and spider infested cartons.

Then he does find it and he is right,
it is the thing I gotta see, need,
hunger. I fake boredom,
let the fizz die on my tongue
as the bottle of Fanta Orange
did in my hand ages ago.

He believes, turns and moves
on to the next carton of jewels.
Stealth flicks a spider away,
finds a way into a pocket,
making the thing, my thing.

 

[Neonurotic]

Klutzy Woman

She rung my bell, an accident
of course, but still ding-a-ling,
banged my chin on the top of her
head. Somehow managed a
twist, a double dip, flip
me face down on crumpled dollars,
in rumpled sexed-up sheets.

Sweat and her perfume
cram my head with lust;
she'd conquer me with one lick
but she manages to fumble the glass
dildo, sliding it across my ass,
it landing on the floor with a crash.

I'm afraid of what comes next
but it happens before I'm ready.
The glass schlong broke
the cat's dish against an electric plug.
Smoke, fried wires and cat chow
rests on the tongue, fizzles out
however not the erection,
it responds to a bought blowjob.

Just as well, this girl is the death of me,
quite literally and yes that is an
euphemism for come, it better be,
after all, I paid her quite well.




2.19.2014
http://www.literotica.com/p/klutzy-woman

 

[Neonurotic]

Transvegan

"Artichokes are vegetarian crab when dipped in lemon butter," she said; I laughed. The comparison is natural to her new found vegan palate with her refrigerator packed with portobello mushroom burgers, almond milk and soy cheese, fakes for the real thing. This is her beginning and it was my ending on a diet based on denial. Her reasoning is guilt and mine simply put, is that eggs and bacon cannot be replicated with beans. Circle of life is not plant eating plant, it's me eating meat. Gorgeous Gander, if not my pet name, you would be Peking on my plate.

 

[Neonurotic]

The only poem I've ever had published. It's in an anthology of short fiction and poetry, Bare Bone #10
Press release on Raw Dog Screaming Press, on GoodReads.

yes, my ex-wife inspired it.

Femme à La Carte

She wore viscera wrapped
around her neck
innards like a feather boa
and we shared her taste in design
black tie and her entrails.

He and I dined on vichyssoise
of our fresh kill
The wine flowed blood-red
into our goblets
one drip to the last drop

Of course we glutted on the main course
skipped the fish, had the meat
but saved room for dessert
sweeter than any crème brûlée

We sixty-nined on the table
all legs, cocks and tongues
took turns, who sucked, who fucked

Never again can she say I don’t
appreciate her Sunday night dinners
or the company she invites

I had her and him and him and him too

 

[Neonurotic]

Living Dead Boy: Animated

There was a curse on the world,
a strain straight from Kokomo,
a contagion that killed everyone

All but one. He survived by some hoodoo
weird shit, like a cockroach.

He found me, kept me stashed under
his bed until I zombified.
Patch-worked, zigzag sewed
but still a doll fully animated,
ready to fuck whenever the fuck.
All this in the name of some sick
love-sick thing.

His desire to make me his
in this Outer Limit.

I cannot hide or runaway,
it's how he wants me, a forever
play thing that doesn't rot.

However,

I want to eat his brain,
he's wickedly delicious, good for cannibals
and zombies too. Eat them raw, food
literally for thought.

 

[Neonurotic]

She Told Me So

Sammie Jo's red hair always flamed like her personality until she lay in her coffin. I was her favorite cousin. She told me so whenever we saw another, grabbing me in a hug that warmed to the bone, linking our souls for a moment. I was her favorite even though we were related in spirit. In truth, Sammie Jo loved pain pills more. She laid brain dead on the floor, but like her, giving the most for everyone, she lives on through gifts of life. I wonder who got her heart because it's always been mine, she told me so.

 

[Neonurotic]

Melting

With the door wide-open, we let in a flurry
from the fury, dusting her and I
in a cold white confection
that tastes like ice on her lips.

"Baby there's no need to run,
I'll love you well.
I wanna settle down." ¹

Words flee me on the frozen wind,
but really, there's no need for them now.
A hot kiss from temple to nape is enough.

Buried there in her rosemary curls,
I'm melting, not knowing
if the run-off is snow or tears.



¹ Settle Down by Kimbra

 

[Neonurotic]

(draft copied from "all of sudden passion suddenly" thread)


cut you from the inside and you bleed
the light of day. i leave
the happiest place i've ever been,
squinting against bright
blaze of reality,
the real world after us

venturing with baby steps
beyond the warmth with
a soft spot on the top of head
and another bottom of heart.

this is the first time i've touched
the ground in years, walking
with clay feet that melt into the
sand. then bake in the sun,
stoned part of the red land,
a formation deformed
unlike the delicate arches,
hoodoos made in millennia past.

time stills, i turn to seed
atop two stumps, petrified.


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a black tree in devil's garden

cut you from the inside and you bleed
the light of day. i leave
the happiest place i've ever been,
squinting against bright
blaze of reality,
the real world after us.

although it's a desert, life has
lived on, germinated,
bloomed then given back
to the earth, dying to be reborn.

i venture with baby steps,
rather, tumbling and rolling
beyond your warmth with
a soft spot on the top of head
and another bottom of heart.

this is the first time i've touched
the ground in years, walking
with clay feet that melt into the
sand. then bake in the sun,
turn to stone, a part of the red land,
a formation deformed
unlike the delicate arches,
hoodoos made in millennia past.

time stills. i turn to seed
atop two stumps, petrified.

 

[Trixareforkids]

a black tree in devil's garden

cut you from the inside and you bleed
the light of day. i leave
the happiest place i've ever been,
squinting against bright
blaze of reality,
the real world after us.

although it's a desert, life has
lived on, germinated,
bloomed then given back
to the earth, dying to be reborn.

i venture with baby steps,
rather, tumbling and rolling
beyond your warmth with
a soft spot on the top of head
and another bottom of heart.

this is the first time i've touched
the ground in years, walking
with clay feet that melt into the
sand. then bake in the sun,
turn to stone, a part of the red land,
a formation deformed
unlike the delicate arches,
hoodoos made in millennia past.

time stills. i turn to seed
atop two stumps, petrified.

This feels completely different than the previous version. That one felt like a description of cesarian birth from the baby's point of view. While this is good, I liked the perceived premise of the other better.

 

[Neonurotic]

This feels completely different than the previous version. That one felt like a description of cesarian birth from the baby's point of view. While this is good, I liked the perceived premise of the other better.

Thank you for your comment. I tend to agree with you! However, after re-reading it this morning the reason I changed is what you perceived it to be. The image isn't about birth, but the opposite, an intangible thing.

 

[Epmd607]

Oh, Jamison is still around, I never put two and two together. Have enjoyed your work for many years now.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Thank you for your comment. I tend to agree with you! However, after re-reading it this morning the reason I changed is what you perceived it to be. The image isn't about birth, but the opposite, an intangible thing.

Yeah, there was enough there that didn't fit that I could see where you were going. I did like the other concept though...