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Duke Thompson Aug 2014
I practice telling how you need to leave me in front of a mirror
Tired excuses for my own emptiness
Everyone just dies and goes away in the end
I cry
"All we're left is words, Words, WORDS"
Scrawled across the page illegibly in umpteen leather bound volumes
Typed neatly in Times New Roman across the glowing screen
Scratched on the ******* wall with those same scalpels
Biology labs, the excuse I didn't need to own such
Triggering tools

Love lust lies lost live life longing laceration
Cut your ties from me
Busy convincing myself you're a spy
Presently finding the nut of
My many  petty weaknesses
Throwing it all away again for a song and a bottle
Like Jack & Hemingway & Everyone I love
All dead anyway
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
I'll **** on your soul and swallow you whole
Make you mine
In time you'll come to realize how far past the thin white line
You have come
Undone, exactly how I like you
With all your scars shown, tattoos exposed
******* and bones and piercings
Bleeding from deviated nose thru which you can't smell
Breathe me in, every detail at once, as I breathe you
It's never enough

The whole world, your bruised knees
Bring the full weight of your hate to bear on me
Kick and scratch and punch and scream
I feel nothing but your desperate attempts to cave my skull in
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
The country just outside the city, a good place for me to hide
Swallowing Xanax with 40oz's, swallowing my pride
To all those people taking it in stride
How bitterly I loathe thee
Your adjunct faith sickens me
In abject jealousy
Truly yours

Here I sit crushed like the cans underneath me
Smashed like the empty bottles I threw from 10th floor windows
If you throw it hard enough you can hear it crash into the river below
The sound of settling, sinking cement laden feet
Food for fish to grow
To be cast over so easily, as these glass encased temporary lies
Were it that I was not such a coward
All shallow cuts and shallow gestures
Washing down empty overdoses in vain vacillating hope
For a new death
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
Sitting here looking at all the world going by
With looks of friends and lost lovers limping
How weak our weekly memories can get
When we don't know who we are
Or who we seek

It makes me sick and angry
I curse and clash and yell and Drink.
And drink, and smoke until I can't breathe never no more'er
Will you be my new Neal Cassady?
Will you get his sing song king-orator flow just right?
So I don't have to listen to anyone else

Because I'll spit on their fake plastic empty love and o lord
How I sound like Salinger that reclusive little ****
I spit on this grave and grab-grasp desperately
For you
How I crave

Ya dig?
O yes how your two part name rolls running off
My loose, lucid, lucrative wet tongue
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
Killed it quick like so many cruel eulogies
Suddenly snuffed (sniffed) out sullen sodium channels all blocked
You don't need ******* to break hearts
Do you honey?

I'll **** out the pain until yer broken
      heaving chest collapses on me
           pale yet supple supine *******

With our hoarse ragged cries
We'll make our local peep hole Henry Miller blush with erudite *******

How I will show you what it means
To never forget the sweat,
And screams of solipsistic synergy
As I take you like the ***** you want to be
As you spit and scratch and burn me
Like the John I deserve to be

Finally collapsing "I love you"
Whispered, panting, entangled
Can't won't ever stop
All the lines of your cheeks
And jaw and waist stabbing
How I quiver and shake
in your embrace
How rose sweetly your tongue tastes
We destroy each other
Greedily
A filthy poem 'bout unstoppable inextricably intertwined hate, love and lust.
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
I'll sleep through this life
Like you did the past
Lost last lover's loquacious longing
And your lazy laconic lies
Just little faux pas kisses
On shallow sallow empty lips
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