Would you?

Tod you wake up to having wings, again a normal thing etc but not to you :)

*morning after*

Groggy eyes slit open,
groans, moans
head pounding, pain
resounding what the
fuck......

happened?
mouth tastes like licked ass
and ashtrays
nerve endings exposed
sunburnt skin
stumble, stagger
no swagger this morning
trying to piece together the
night through
razorblades
one eye closed to the light,
so bright it feels like it's stabbing
my brain

why am I naked?

where am I?

need water

thoughts scatter
trying to catch fish bare handed
splash and miss
god I need to piss
off to the....

Where am I again?
find the bathroom in this
lurching funhouse tilta floor
no more
drinking ever

Where are my pants?

thoughts dance, a krumper
bashing around,
the sound of my piss stream
the sound of freaking Niagra falls
millions of tones of water
smashing
my head

my back is screaming
every move pulls and tugs
causing discomfort,
kinda like jamming my balls in a drawer
but on my back,

what happened.....
glance in the mirror reveals
a lurching zombie,
turn,
look over my shoulder to see
why the fuck my back is killing me
wings?
fucking wings?
big black fucking angel wings
inked into my flesh,

what the fuck happened.......
 
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Is that my next assignment lol?

Speaking of assignments...I have not given up on my last one, but have not been happy with anything that I've come up with so far. (All seem to have been suffering from acute cases of trying-to-hard interspersed with heavy doses over overused cliches. :rolleyes:)

You want me to stick with this or can I request something else while still working on something?


:cool:
 
Speaking of assignments...I have not given up on my last one, but have not been happy with anything that I've come up with so far. (All seem to have been suffering from acute cases of trying-to-hard interspersed with heavy doses over overused cliches. :rolleyes:)

You want me to stick with this or can I request something else while still working on something?


:cool:

ok your new subject is That interesting looking woman sitting over there in the corner
 
'Kay...any form or style requirements?

If I ever get my "voluptuous redhead" poem on the table you could write all about me :)... LOL --- so style, must look good with red hair and form, apparently, voluptuous. hehehe.

The interesting woman I had in my mind was more of an Audrey Hepburn type! Small breasted with a dark pixie cut! In fact I think I might write one myself :)
 
*looks forward to reading the voluptuous redhead and the a.h lookalike with cute haircut pieces* :devil:
 
*the night before the morning after*

Hazy memories filter through
Goon sacks, tequila shots,

Walking to the tram
shouting out numbers at randoms,
some judging scheme that who knows
who invented,
one, three, seven,
bleat sheep noises at tram
travellers,

licking windows, wheel
barrow races up the aisle,
chair surfing,

security,
poor guy had no chance,
sympathetic, I pull the
others into line, except Angus
stupid Angus

loud crack rings out
slap him into his seat, lip
bleeding, eyes look at me
angered fear

Club after wobbly club,
messy, double penetrators,
tequila and Char Truce, in two
shot glasses, drunk through
a straw in one breath

Guys groping women on
the dance floor,
one of them Troy's partner
I stepped in had a chat,
Chat turned to nap for one
eviction for us

Next club
Troy, drunk struck his girl
friend, for flirting, jealous
curse

I tore into him,
dragged him down
the escalators by his
head
blood drips red, my senses
deep fried anger, served
piping hot, fresh from a
cook top
shouting at the limp mass
as it thunks down each
moving step,

"How dare you,
you piece of shit, she deserves better
you should have been man
enough to dance with her,
defend her,
not hit her!"

Security guards arrive,
assess my state, decide to
wait, no move made, I was
slave to alcohol induced
rage, out front I look into
the club window, see my
father reflected back at me
Smash the glass, doesn't change
what I am,
who I am,
need absolution, a constant
reminder of what not to be,

more alcohol fuels
an idea, stumble into the
inking pit, inhabited by
denizens of flesh art,
Demand I be absolved of
my internal demons
everything else
darkness.......
 
*the night before the morning after*

Hazy memories filter through
Goon sacks, tequila shots,

Walking to the tram
shouting out numbers at randoms,
some judging scheme that who knows
who invented,
one, three, seven,
bleat sheep noises at tram
travellers,

licking windows, wheel
barrow races up the aisle,
chair surfing,

security,
poor guy had no chance,
sympathetic, I pull the
others into line, except Angus
stupid Angus

loud crack rings out
slap him into his seat, lip
bleeding, eyes look at me
angered fear

Club after wobbly club,
messy, double penetrators,
tequila and Char Truce, in two
shot glasses, drunk through
a straw in one breath

Guys groping women on
the dance floor,
one of them Troy's partner
I stepped in had a chat,
Chat turned to nap for one
eviction for us

Next club
Troy, drunk struck his girl
friend, for flirting, jealous
curse

I tore into him,
dragged him down
the escalators by his
head
blood drips red, my senses
deep fried anger, served
piping hot, fresh from a
cook top
shouting at the limp mass
as it thunks down each
moving step,

"How dare you,
you piece of shit, she deserves better
you should have been man
enough to dance with her,
defend her,
not hit her!"

Security guards arrive,
assess my state, decide to
wait, no move made, I was
slave to alcohol induced
rage, out front I look into
the club window, see my
father reflected back at me
Smash the glass, doesn't change
what I am,
who I am,
need absolution, a constant
reminder of what not to be,

more alcohol fuels
an idea, stumble into the
inking pit, inhabited by
denizens of flesh art,
Demand I be absolved of
my internal demons
everything else
darkness.......

goodness you have come on a ways as a poet since you arrival or perhaps it was all there anyway just asking to come out!
Do you forgive me for lollng at Char Truce? :)
 
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goodness you have come on a ways as a poet since you arrival or perhaps it was all there anyway just asking to come out!
Do you forgive me at lollng at Char Truce? :)

You can laugh at anything you want to teach, besides, maybe if I was unsure, I maybe should have looked it up :D

The only reason I am any where as a poet is because of this place, and all of the help I have had, as well as the high volume of reading that is scattered about then place, like diamonds in the rough
 
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I see you in the corner,
although you never look my way,
seated as you are, waiting,
for what or who I do not know.
Could I explore your uncharted waters,
cup small breasts, thumbs soft across your nipples?
You gasp. With delight? No, trepidation I think.
Hush, let me explore as I would be explored,
whispered kisses across the skin.
Woman to woman.
 
Tod you subject is giving or receiving an odd gift (something out of the ordinary)

*The gift of poetry*

such an oddity,
this expression of thought
in a mote of sparseness,
a metaphor for sex,
metaphors that vex,
rhymes and dimes,
that run and chime

en-
jambing lines to
make thoughts jump

skip, head to
dip

a trick of phrase to
trace a maze in the mind,
a world still
full of colour

a play on meaning,
interpreted screaming's
visual dreams in ethereal
schemes it seems

your gift of poetry is odd
as is mine to you

:D
 
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*The gift of poetry*

such an oddity,
this expression of thought
in a mote of sparseness,
a metaphor for sex,
metaphors that vex,
rhymes and dimes,
that run and chime

en-
jambing lines to
make thoughts jump

skip, head to
dip

a trick of phrase to
trace a maze in the mind,
a world still
full of colour

a play on meaning,
interpreted screaming's
visual dreams in ethereal
schemes it seems

your gift of poetry is odd
as is mine to you

:D

*applause* luvvvvvvvv the '
en-
jambing lines' !
 
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