"aspirate" poems
I see Beauty in a **********
Whose feelings you cannot convolute.
I see a Businesswoman in a **********
A **** with brains, destitute
she made a business plan.
At least she did business studies and
accounting at school, sells her body to earn,
A living.
I see a princess in a **********
because no man can resist her.
You know when she starts curling her hair
Even Pastors **********
then we bring the Saints Holiness into debate.
Have you ever seen a ********** aspirate
"I want you" ?
**** Her voice alone gives ****** healing,
Arouses ****** feelings,
Pumps vessels, frightened by the spark in her
eyes, hormone adrenalin give your heart rate a
fast accelerating beatings.
I see charisma in a **********
Married men,leave their wives in bed and
creep to the streets corner just to cuddle with
prostitutes, it was I who said, there's beauty in
a **********
I see Beauty in a **********
I've seen Loyalty in a **********
Yes I did. How? What do I mean?
Because she ***** all men in the same manner
and charge them all the identical amount.
That is Loyalty man.
I said, I see Beauty in a ********** and
I wasn't lying.
There is Beauty in a **********
The Beauty that makes Preachers at church
retire,
The Beauty that make married men divorce,
The Beauty that makes Jay Z forget Beyonce,
The Beauty that makes Julius Malema forgets
his political position
The Beauty that makes Jesus Christ want to
come back, to save his descendants from sin.
The Beauty of a **********
Men have seen it.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
I am the pinnacle of controversy
Some say murder-my middle name
And still to others I represent freedom,
I am the pointed pentagram of blame.
Almost mothers spread cold-feet
Where I scrape and claw/vacuum aspirate eat.
From open, porous, space-between-legs
My Gnashing teeth-grind out the would be meat.
I am the noise that is never forgotten
Detaching zygotes from walls of womb
I am the reality of ****** indiscretion- the tomb
I do my job- do I play “God” ?
For the ****** behind doors
Carrying secrets & dreams of more
They leave one less-plus future full-term
slide up their stockings & hope not to return
I’m the last to see the mothers-to-be
Before they change- rearranged
I see geometrically: each.separate.part:
Chalk eyes never wet just hurt
Lips-lined straight with shame
chins that never wobble- 50/50 tipped to pray
& feet with nowhere to fall, they walk away
I am the pin-cushion point of pain
To what the picketing protesters agenda is aimed
I am where pro-life and pro-choice meet
The executioner of straight to heavens unborn elite
I am the buzzing abortion machine.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
I do confess to ****
But I can't not aspirate
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
There was a girl
who danced in the city that night,
that April 22nd,
all along the Charles River.
It was as if one hundred men were watching
or do I mean the one hundred eyes of God?
The yellow patches in the sycamores
glowed like miniature flashlights.
The shadows, the skin of them
were ice cubes that flashed
from the red dress to the roof.
Mile by mile along the Charles she danced
past the benches of lovers,
past the dogs ******* on the benches.
She had on a red, red dress
and there was a small rain
and she lifted her face to it
and thought it part of the river.
And cars and trucks went by
on Memorial Drive.
And the Harvard students in the brick
hallowed houses studied Sappho in cement rooms.
And this Sappho danced on the grass.
and danced and danced and danced.
It was a death dance.
The Larz Anderson bridge wore its lights
and many cars went by,
and a few students strolling under
their Coop umbrellas.
And a black man who asked this Sappho the time,
the time, as if her watch spoke.
Words were turning into grease,
and she said, "Why do you lie to me?"
And the waters of the Charles were beautiful,
sticking out in many colored tongues
and this strange Sappho knew she would enter the lights
and be lit by them and sink into them.
And how the end would come -
it had been foretold to her -
she would aspirate swallowing a fish,
going down with God's first creature
dancing all the way.
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Whilst you daydreamed,
your eyes seemed to lose their sheen
and you'd forget how to empathise.
You shut the car door hard
as if someone who wanted
to aspirate closure.
We spent two nights at the Cooden Beach hotel,
so we could hear June Tabor and Oyster band,
proceeding this performance ,
we had our four slices of toast and an Americano.
Your pink canvas bag
and polished stilettos
underneath the dinner table
hid an issue or two
playing a parallel game.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Open the windows of your house
through which the wind would never enter.
And then you'll feel on fire
more than in your own home.
Aspirate the smell of the infinity:
pale sky and blinding lights.
Nothing is so restricted,
except your great lovers.
Paint in red to be able to love me.
Paint in yellow to be able to cheer me.
But don't paint in blue. Blue makes me unhappy,
because it's not lovely (like a learner).
Turn on the fire
able to burn this fiction.
Now happiness, now satisfaction;
everything by which I relief.
Turn off the esteem
unable to have you.
And I'm glad to know
that I still know you.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Where green grass
grows
Smokes our
Village
In the crumble of ash that you assured
Could never be lit
In the first place
Where memories run never age
Where we remain in sage
I'll never learn I'm looping ruins
Even when I cross where you strayed
Even as I
Run right through me
Run until you can't breathe
Run until your lungs squeeze
The last gasp ever to spare
Aspirate on time
Breathing in deep
Despair
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
No longer a thought
within my brain,
the mortician lay me
down to sleep
a scream i refrained
surfaced as white
within my eyes
that none had bought
my vitals he checked
and thumped my nose
as a creep
then:
a bath and massage
no dance but song
two strong hands
then set my face
arterial embalming
then drain/eject
it's all the same
the cavity --
aspirate and concentrate
The humming thrumming
burning desire
escaped as soon as with
a pop I fled my skin
and faced the choice
to do it once again.
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
a
thing of beauty must
be deployed
In our blue we have our grey
and these days, we have our nights
dastardly.
we aspirate cyanide to untie the blight of our last glut of sharp knives
you choose cruel lugers from your armory. you leave
your lead in me,
often.
we shoot from the hip or blast mad laughter in caverns of rotten.
I croak a **** of lungs you clot
and never do we charm a lot;
we’d rather our druthers be other words that ****
words that abandon blood troubles for ill will.
our love, hates still.
a thing of beauty must be deployed.
In our blue
we have our days. and that grey, is parched
no matter the threat
of rain.
we last and fade, grasping at straw suns
with moon fingers
as we may.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
we used to lie awake at night
in the winter months
i kept a warm water bottle
at my feet like it was the old days on the frontier
we used to bet against freedom
and the people out there
"i bet i never make it out of here alive"
and clock the psych patients pacing
with the shards of
bathroom tiles in their hands
or make promises to it
"i'm gonna drink up all the freedom i can find out there"
"i'll snort all the dirt road dust
that the watermelon bus kicks up"
"i'm gonna mainline it directly into my vein
so much that my head gets heavy
and i swing back
and aspirate my one and only dream
and ********* into my blue jeans"
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 7:35 PM UTC
Drowning in reflecting pool,
I fall as vision blurs
Shroud myself in liquid cool
and aspirate my bitter words
Crickets chirp on summer night
and shadows cling to me
Stomach ties in tiny knots
from what I know's in store for me
I reached out for a star,
I cupped my hand, and took my turn
but didn't ponder consequence
and wound up getting burned
Like a taste of immortality,
then hearing that you're terminal
The crashing of reality
is somewhere south of wonderful
So give a contribution
of the eyes, unto the seas
Build the wall back, good as new
as dignified composure flees
Close my eyes and sigh away
a sliver of that empty ache
That's spreading like a cancer
through my chest
I think I'll chase the summer South,
hear wisdom from another mouth,
admit I'm now a different kind of mess
Like celebrating life and love
by going to a funeral
Feathers shed from wings of doves
lie somewhere south of wonderful
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC