#provisions
I am a farmer at sea
60 sheep, 100 pigs,
geese and ducks on departure
These are frugal rations
with the stew, army bread and beans
No need to slaughter
The beasts just die
so there is always meat
for the cook and the officers
high above my smelly stable
where I haul in the buckets from the sea
and scrub the **** through the scuppers
In the bunks, it is worse
There is the world of the below deck
of sweat, exhaust gases, and the rasping sick
where you sink asleep in a pit
full of poo and *** gasp for air
and throw up brown tar
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
in so many ways,
besides the stocking stuffers,
of my fav this 'n that,
she mas~tt~ers me in
the other ways
me: up,all,night,
by tablet light,
three, no four poems
deposed as witnesses
to the thee~se of my life…
she:
sleeps, surely to dream,
making minor whelps,
minor moans while
reliving her life
in to~self~whispered tones
just past the four o"clock am, silent chiming,
she
stirs, and grabs my nearest ,
the writing hand, then take my
hand, and forcibly musses mine prideful
full-hoary headed mess of follical
appurtenances,
then leans in, and forehead to
heated forehead
whisper additional
sweet nothings indecipherable,
(that is, what I am to believe)
while I, stroke my fav body part,
her serpentine roller coaster
from hip down to waist
and slowly slowly inching higher higher
up to the softness of her breast,
thinking silently of what the greatest
called his best poem ever^
and then retracing
my glide path
in reverse, down
then up,
up then, down,
and I deguilted
for thinking
her awakening
all my tablet's fault, (not mine)
despite my silencing of
the clickety clacking,
then
she:
re musses,
re tussles,
my messy messes
then
she:
unceremoniously
dumps me,
having used
me for meat~tenderizing (!)
then:
turns over,
and back
to glorious
sleep, abandons
the
juste nous deux^
she,
the me,
without uttering
a redounding sound
secure in her~innate~all knowing,
that she leaves her man,
fully & well provisioned
for to write her
some
m o r e
onlylovepoetry
p.s.
**** **** so hard to get any work done around here,
when she's around, wink wink weep
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC