"amputee" poems - Hello Poetry

Before walking through the doorway Made of trash bags A woman checked our ID’s We passed the booth with the feathers and the ball-gags Passed the woman selling *** toys Just a white awning with plastic chairs We sat and watched a man dressed in leather He was the kind of expert who understood his passion But for him there was no teaching it Beer saturated my white shirt As I sweated it out I could feel the alcohol in my lungs I breathed slower as if it would hide the sensation He explained to us puppy play The dynamics He had his own puppy with him A man so good at making wet eyes So good at seeming lost He barked and wagged an invisible tail Chewed on rope Probably he thought about burying his bone What his wife might be making for dinner Wondered if I had recognized him as a regular At my work While taking questions the leather man said It takes time to discover the puppy inside It makes me think of how In order to view ourselves as anything We need a filter I want you to **** me With a ****** full of yes I told them If I were a puppy I would be very stupid But great to cuddle We can admit these things about ourselves While in character If I tell you I am pretending to be anything I can still find ways to pretend to be me It is like an electric chair Disguised as a lazy boy It will not hold you for long Your skin does not fit proper It makes me think of my father The Clown Who bent me into shape With his balloon animal breath Only he had asthma The empty static My inner puppy Is a half deflated balloon poodle Ends pulled tight like amputee sausage link limbs Looking lost and lonely isn’t hard What’s hard about it is Looking like that was your intention In character Some invisible narrator I can admit anything

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Jul 28, 2012

Jul 28, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC

jon-tobias

Puppy Play

Before walking through the doorway Made of trash bags A woman checked our ID’s We passed the booth with the feathers and the ball-gags Passed the woman selling *** toys Just a white awning with plastic chairs We sat and watched a man dressed in leather He was the kind of expert who understood his passion But for him there was no teaching it Beer saturated my white shirt As I sweated it out I could feel the alcohol in my lungs I breathed slower as if it would hide the sensation He explained to us puppy play The dynamics He had his own puppy with him A man so good at making wet eyes So good at seeming lost He barked and wagged an invisible tail Chewed on rope Probably he thought about burying his bone What his wife might be making for dinner Wondered if I had recognized him as a regular At my work While taking questions the leather man said It takes time to discover the puppy inside It makes me think of how In order to view ourselves as anything We need a filter I want you to **** me With a ****** full of yes I told them If I were a puppy I would be very stupid But great to cuddle We can admit these things about ourselves While in character If I tell you I am pretending to be anything I can still find ways to pretend to be me It is like an electric chair Disguised as a lazy boy It will not hold you for long Your skin does not fit proper It makes me think of my father The Clown Who bent me into shape With his balloon animal breath Only he had asthma The empty static My inner puppy Is a half deflated balloon poodle Ends pulled tight like amputee sausage link limbs Looking lost and lonely isn’t hard What’s hard about it is Looking like that was your intention In character Some invisible narrator I can admit anything