"carmex" poems
parched tongue
please
mister
cola
carmex
these cracked lips
it's time
to hydrate
this carbo
bi-
sickling
through vacant streets
for a cure
my tummy
is like this town
a desiccant cactus
it's 12 a.m.
in stockton
12 amens
spew
from dry desert gums
i sea
liquor store
icee
soda
this is
no mirage
i found
atlantis
at the bottom
of a coke bottle
peddling back home
peddling
peddling
stop
I dropped
My holy grail
He stops
Is he thirsty?
He pulls knife
Like a sleeved playing card
“give me your ****
Poor minus poor
0-0
=0
Or X0
After he cheapshots me
Fist meet face
Face meet fist
obliged
Profit
10 cents
Gym membership
Fuzzy lint *****
But not my soda
Or my sweat
Or my tears
Or my blood
It’s time
To hydrate
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
You carry,
the same carmex,
for years.
There’s a ring,
in your pocket,
that isn’t,
for me.
Is that,
considered sad,
or is it,
just the way,
it is.
Maybe it’s,
just a little,
bittersweet,
in how,
it’s ironic.
I stumble,
I fall,
right into,
your hands.
But that’s,
just the way,
I am.
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 12:43 PM UTC
New York
.
Carnegie Hall
.
I miss who I thought he was
.
I am odd and whimsical
.
Why is it right around this time--right before I'm the happiest, that I remember the ones I loved that made me cry?
.
Sad watermelons
.
Friendiversary
.
Rest in peace Sergio
.
Pushing away my birthday
.
Best friend
.
Losing my beeb
.
"May your coffin be made of one hundred year old wood that I plant tomorrow"
.
He smells like salty sweat and hair and cologne
.
Antique store heaven
.
Please don't take
.
Scuffed shoes
.
Mutt
.
Bubblegum and carmex
.
Enrolled
.
Tattoo
.
He replied, "crazy...would you like to come with me?"
.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
First off,
unshaved legs, rumbling stomach.
worn underwear, shot elastic.
nervous hands, sweaty palms.
calming touch from him.
uneven ******* slight embarrassment.
chapped lips, overcompensating Carmex.
stuffed nose, whistle breathing.
soft kiss from him.
nervous hands become slowly confident
unsure hips begin to sway
passionate kiss from him.
whispered words, anxious thoughts.
calming touch from her.
arms holding, bodies contouring.
"let's just lie together".
pattered raindrops, perfect bed.
promises made, kisses given.
lazy caresses, staring gazes.
almost first time.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
This goes out to the ladies whose lip gloss is poppin
The ladies with the thick lips
The ladies who generously use Carmex
The ladies who **** a lollipop without giving a **** about context
It started when I was 15
She looked good
I looked at her perplexed
Something about her
It was complex
Her lips
So pink and so pretty
Couldn’t stop looking
To the point that they were alluring
I liked her
I wanted to kiss them
I’ve never been kissed
I wanted her to lick them
I ended up being dissed
But to be a realist, I wasn’t alone
By far...
When I said in a love letter
"I think you're hot and
You have some **** lips”
I was sure I held her in higher regard
That was my start
She was my star
She still is
But as soon as I saw some lips I wanted to kiss...
Her BFF,
Puckering her own pouty lips in my midst
And said this:
“Hi, **** lips.”
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC