Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  Nov 2014 Adrian CG
Sylvia Plath
Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,

than to sit mute, twitching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my one kingdom.
Adrian CG May 2014
clothes
my eyes then I
sea nothing but
common cents
homophones,more like,****,phones
Adrian CG May 2014
I found myself rather regretfully royalty
I was the only prince who loved lakes like licentious ladies loyally
without question favoring the bodies long overdue with residue
sounding this through soft interludes of chorus contorted to slither through forests

I’ve intensely investigated an inner identity that is immediately invaded
Intrinsically it envelops the slopes of my sinking body a womb created
Warmth and depth traveling the leagues of notches spiraling spines
when the repetition sets like leaving eight minutes left I’ll call this skin mine

and of this, a mirrored radiation met my edges with great intention
the waves of infinitely expelling time held my cells in detention
radical rays of reason seasoned the sensational sensibility within me
meticulously making messes of undefined cross-faded reality

I separated the sections of spaces between the places I’m unfamiliar to
I comforted myself with resounding sighs of width washing away a ‘who’
but the width was not distance
it was the cognitive dissonance of temporal restrictions
eight grade year,
  May 2014 Adrian CG
E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

— The End —