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 Aug 2014 Mattfioso
Antonio
I'm sometimes asked with feigned surprise,
"You write poetry?"
"How Divine!
Give us a sample of your
favorite rhyme!"

But I know what they're thinking.
I see it in their eyes,
"What a waste of time."
"What a joke."
"Better hide the silver,
cuz these types are all broke."

Poetry doesn't pay the bills.
That part is so true.
But, don't deride my compulsion,
or my next hundred verses
will be about "you!"


~~~
 May 2014 Mattfioso
Soul Scalpel
I've been reading what you share
and I can't stop the dark exhilaration
of seeing your latest work in my list.

Truth is,
even at the risk
of becoming the source of your
most venomous rant...

or

being the subject of your
most intense and  prosaic hatred...

or

being eloquently described
as the most vile piece of
male filth in 10 words
or less...

I still wanna get naked
and f...k your brains out!


Cuz deep down,
I'm a sucker
for clever verses.
If you write with ferocity and depth, then, Hell yes it's about you!
 May 2014 Mattfioso
Soul Scalpel
I promise
to keep it honest
between us
and deliver it harder
when you want it.

I promise
to not let the fairy-tales
people make up
to get in the way
of f--king you to
the overdose levels
you've been craving for.

I promise
as I inject my vitality
into the back
of your throat
you'll feel like
like there's no better
place for you to be
but here.

I promise
that when playtime
is over
and you go back
to your man,
I'll be waiting
for your text
so we can
ride the sheets
again.

But, I won't be waitin'
alone.
 Apr 2014 Mattfioso
Jack
Sometimes I walk,
but most days
I am running away
I abandoned the thought
Of fleeting
When I came to my
Senses
All I could
Hear,
Feel,
Smell,
See,
Taste;
Was you
And the way you
Pulled me close
My nerves
Held on edge
Waiting for the right time
To devour
Your stimuli
And our anatomies
Collided
Into a single burst of
Entropy
It's such the contradiction
the way you make me feel
like the earth has drunk
the whiskey,
the sun's sober spill.
Tilted on my axis,
weaker in my knees
I don't exactly grasp
the spell you put on me.
You sedate me oh so smoothly,
like ***** in a glass,
My morning mug of coffee,
you keep me clear, fast.
like clockwork, your lips find mine,
and my heart is in your hand
sober and intoxicated
just like you had planned
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