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Will Mercier Sep 2012
They're setting up roadblocks,
And throwing down spike strips,
But I have a cargo that's gonna make it through!
Ain't hauling apples, chickens, or farm equipment.
I'm hauling one big honking load
Of energy and innovation.
Smokey's hot on my trail,
And he wants to" barbecue my *** in mollases"
But he ain't gonna stop me,
I'm gonna smash through those barricades.
I'm hauling a special load,
Full of wisdom and knowledge.
Passing car after car, campers and dump trucks,
But none are hauling half the load I got.
Intellectual assets weighing down my trailer,
I blow through the weigh stations.
Can't get anyone on the citizens band,
All I got is static.
So I keep on rolling down this lonesome road,
Hauling this heavy load.
Kei A Feb 2019
Golden rays seeping through stained panes of glass
Your body writhes as light run over your visage
Golden rays dripping like honeyed lies
Those you whisper to me the night before

Pleasure, pain, heat, bliss
The carnal beauty swirling inside me
A kiss as sweet as mollases
And countless regrets akin to the sea

Drench myself in sin, rinse, repeat
We embrace in the dark yet escape the light
How on earth can I escape this cycle of greed
The ardor of it almost blinding me white
J J Jul 2020
Fortonuate palms skim the dogeared surface
Of the snakes and ladders without clear direction--

Hot tea and foggy glasses. Familiar lips
That look as young as ever when they smile.

Sun melting in the clouds like mollases
While the breeze lifts and plays with

Our clothes.

Hollow words served as concierge
For this used up body-- orbs and a silhouette,

That's all you get as it's all I was perceived as

And all I've left to give.

But here I don't have any will to offer.

I've gave you everything and how peaceful

It is to be contempt replaying another day.
(2024 footnote this is the best thing I've ever wrote. From the first lockdown, a man in love and stuck with said love is a questioning cold hearted one and lo! this is a place and time captured)
Richard Collier May 2017
One more instance of "Ha!"

Her silence graced in magnitude-

(Later morphing to gratitude.)

How else can she get into me

Without the getting out

Risking messes

Appearing crass

Commonplace cranky consequence-

(Arms-at-length-race mollases

We’re speaking

My tweaking- my leaking to the harem

How the here and now is full

Of legitimate - and within them

Pleasurable - "food-**** droooooool!")


“If you cannot bypass the mind and tell

Of matters of the dark

Then you cannot truly feast in me,”- says she

(Hammering another nail to the coffin

She'll later pry her way out of

With bleeding finger-pincers.)

And she knows well

- Within the bleakness of her blinkers -

I pay heed to the last line first

(Like the best wine)

Like the rest are but companions

Empty canyons of thirst

To pass through - read, though invisibly -

Drunk in the abyss of her eyes

To the point the crux- the joint

Hanging off her lips (Methinks though

She anoints too much

My common face my everyman disguise)



There’s a particular

Bi-polar / bi-lingual / by the book

Instance of crazy- where

There’s no emoticon for her to say

"Look!  Look how you pained me - comic hero -

By hook or crook, my balance again zero!"

(... To date / Too late?)

To state- quite unequivocally

“You ****** me over

Through your unpalatable impatience

To glee your table- lover.”



She stays in silence mode

(This being her distraction / extraction

Direction away from the pangs:

Her skinny *** seeking my validation.)



She made the reservation

(I said I like to eat there often...)

She paid for my libation

(Her offering a generous concession!)

She bade happy expression

(Happily, I touted I’d partake there

This day.)

"Ole!"

(No matter how ill-gotten

How rotten the buffet affirmation-

Just mind the cliches eh?)



Eat! Drink! "Be

(In the moment-

Joyful in the scenes she paints

Breathing in eucalypts and ferns

And the blue haze of malcontent.)

Merry."

Days she provides the means:

“Go, do, say, live-

Big as the State you're in!”

And I so go

And I do things we both know

And I am living at a table

Where she does not partake /gestate

The joy; (Too late - huh - to prostate my love.)

When she can only pay the bill

Before the meal

Then skulk away-

She no third wheel

Conjugate; I no Achille's heel

To virtually ***** and slay and say-

"What if we-"

('We' at an impasse.)



But then I sway

I summon her via ether- choking

Gasping for breath, evoking croaking

"I need you to appear. My dear let's play!"

Her magic wand, her bearer bond

Her transfer again spawned

(My avarice umpteenth reborn

My hunger for the Big Pond

Horn of Plenty "Hey!" day

‘Tween we- still.)

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