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Robert McKinlay Feb 2012
This Valentine could be written
on each day, each hour, each minute
you are by my side...

I bask in your glow
your eyes telling me
I am loved, I am whole,
I am overjoyed.

Your voice velvet
embracing me,
playful taunts,
and unexpected tackles,
and bursts of laughter!

You remind me of who I am,
you are my love, always and
forever,
I extend my hand, my heart,
all that is me,
and say happy Valentine's Day!
Robert McKinlay Jan 2012
So many eyes lay upon cursing skin
crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion
budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled...
suffer, oh suffer, green potato.

Crinkle cut?  Jib of glut!
manipulate form and function
stain of starch satisfaction...
coffer, oh coffer, oh cough, ahem, cough!
It ain't about money.

That's right, mustn't disturb the soil,
So many eyes lay upon cursing skin
crevices grit, pockmarked with each thrashing intrusion
budding enthusiasm, awash, boiled...
suffer, oh suffer, green potato.

A memory, distant, the taste of that green potato
rots in the kitchen... eat it, enjoy the flavour,
dine on discourse...
digest it,
bury it deep inside,
release it,
let it grow again.
http://www.robross.ca
Robert McKinlay Nov 2011
If there were, I'd be there
spread amongst bread crumbs...
knifing butter
smearing will,
watching the bag close,
sealed with a date...

If there were, I'd be there
rebuilding faith amongst the masses...
chanting profanity;
a sincere smile,
watching the procession,
opened with a kiss skyward...

If there were, I'd be there
leading with a howl...
eating the body
in fancy fur,
ever lusting.
Robert McKinlay Apr 2011
***
dead stares
and longing eyes
monotones
and **** lies
virtue swept
beauty poised!
skins bare
body throws...
rapid fashions
repetition
designer popping
ammunition!

smiles for the cameras
an exhibition!
Robert McKinlay Apr 2011
orange vibrant verse
coursing underlying beat
reluctant surface
timid movement,
gaining feet!
voices echoing
a shout!
freedom to box,
carving face
a light within
projecting
wicked
wicked
wick...
spark!
Remember my face?
Robert McKinlay Mar 2011
You consumed me in your embrace
walls white egg shell
named your price
I stagger to the edge
I heard heart beat
calamity, industrial burst!

Acrid juice, your smile
foul beast, shameful lust;
an unjust feast...
you moaned your piece.

Lips bleed lies,
run down broken face...
those god ****** eyes,
black bags blighting the sky.

Thrashing, Slashing
memories...
giddy laughter,
pure evil,
freedom to smile perfectly,
crunchy shells under foot.
http://www.robross.ca
Robert McKinlay Mar 2011
Let us cut to the chase
where you drove love erratic
your cut smile
on that day I knew,
I must leave.
It wasn't raining,
weather was beautiful!
Not at all like a movie,
though a grand score must have been playing.

You said your last true words to me,
from behind your insane sneer...
I could not have an ounce, nor inch,
I could not breathe as
you ******
the last of my essence.

I could have smashed every thing we were,
now relegated to nightmares, and how I hold
you to account for them nightly.
You created this, and perhaps one day I will
forgive the torment, but as I relive it,
you will face justice... guaranteed.

Yes Commander,
I relieved you of duty...
I never asked for whip, nor lash of your fork tongue.
No, I asked for love. No, I don't require *******.
You taught me how to say No, and in your case,
**NO MORE!
http://www.robross.ca
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