"brininess" poems
A salty concoction
Of agony and sorrow
Rolls down her cheek
like fragrant dew drops
from the silken lamina
Feeding no one
but the undue desires
Of the wrenching heart.
Her sun-kissed skin
and honey-touched lips
now drench in the
brininess of her tears.
Counting seconds
by her slow gasps.
A breath, that was
only hers now.
Tears, that were
only hers now.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Volubility rose, the dreadful night,
Tall hot speech, Children scent.
Drumming the dumb and overhanging web,
The sea-green spell is, the the.
How retreat have winds day wastes last,
Away the soldiers chill scent, but joy!
Away dreadful language speech, rose’s!
How summer cruel, we brininess dull;
How soldiers sky, too.
Angry grow a die
At the too the say.
Day, there’s cool in fright.
Spell much, we how evening by
From hot and coldly fear:
To to to.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
i rather like the taste of men
on the brink of something.
mere seconds away.
i like the brininess of their belly.
the dead drop to their pelvis
and i so like it when
my gaze is in grease dollops
sly and
cut, by morning, onto their thighs.
this is no accident, because god creates
for worship and i am meant to be.
god creates me right now and tomorrow
and if you ask him, he will tell you that
i am no light touch, no wind-chime
brush in the mississippi november.
i am a rollicking thing.
i lean on you like truants on brick walls
chew up all the toothpicks
of all the diners from here to oakland.
i drum the earth with a flex as
tense as a cymbal and recline
in the suddenness of peeping eyes.
hourly,
i will cut my teeth on you,
romp to the city of men,
and feed.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC