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rain anoints thee
the warmth of pleasure
settles like a shot of
greasy brandy
vernacular television spotlight
bathes my beauty
and we adore the wretched
sheets
eating chips while the affects
slithers like a serpent through
us
she dances
looking for her selves
in the haunted mirror
naked and alone
the kitchen chair like a toppled
throne is jammed secure
against the knob to the hall
the dirty carpet
"you dont fucking call me anymore"
she screams and stares swaying
her fingers on the pale sink
the albino pale light from the tube
flickering
and outside the wind drowns
ghosts in the rain
and whitecaps rise like spirits
out on the deep cold lake
there is business here
while the bar band thumps
up the hall
a thirty eight from a black leather
purse gleams from a hot hundred
watt bulb
percussion dreams like battery
dead dildoes lean asleep
and I put my dirty tanned hands
around my sweet;s middle
and kiss her inked shoulders
look her eyes in the mirror and
sneer
"Say Hello to Danny if you see him
Babe..and when your ready
Daddy needs you"
she sways in her shiny black pumps
and promises to kill me
with slit siamese eyes
Kill Kill Kill
she knows me
and owns me
Comments
PRECIOUSLYSET1
Sat, 2012-06-02 09:10
LOVE LOVE LOVE !!
This poem is very interesting and familiar to me
the way of ur words are amazing!
The story u tell is a subject I relate to in life
Past lives, that is
she dances
looking for her selves
in the haunted mirror
naked and alone
These words conjure in me
memories .. Thank you for sharing this piece!
Alone we shall find our ways into worlds of never imagined discoveries
Esker
Sat, 2012-06-02 11:51
avenues of tides
thank you for your comment Precious
life like poetry settles in different densitys
and atmospheres
lives lived
Ian.T
Sat, 2012-06-02 17:20
Steve
This flowed well and the story was the best, as present, past and future all things have a density where they have to find their own level, as to form I can only wonder.
One thing the title word of ANNOINTS Is it the one that needs only one "N".
See you have given me something to correct ???? Yours as always, Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Sat, 2012-06-02 19:00
You are right Ian
needs only one "n"
emogothgirl
Sat, 2012-06-02 20:16
hey
haven't been around for a while and look what i come back to; i like how this shows both sides of the girl. the one part you know and love that loves you, and the other you know and love that can hate you with a burning passion but still love. both sides make a person. i like how you can show her as a whole.
always,
mag
Esker
Sat, 2012-06-02 20:35
love and hate
i dont know sometimes what the characters
are up too
people are random
never can tell what anyone can say
sometimes the most moving empathic one liners
are said aloud to no one in particular
people are whole even if they are broken
I feel it when It when I love someone
and I feel it when someone hates me
but at least I understand
Im not closed or protected or uninterested to
chalk them off my list
sometimes beneath all the layers of ordinary
is the real person whats left of the core
still glowing still hot
where the real feelings and emotions connect
too Who wants that tinkered with
and me Sometimes I just shovel a little coal in the boilers
to make sure they aint dead in the water yet
talk em down see em through
loan a few bucks
and a hi on the street when one is hunting to exist
for the ghosts they are
the hunger they cant feed
a smile they need
Thank You Mag