"dressless" poems
Yellow spotted
orchid-smelling
pebble, why aren't
you blue?
Black frogs
with neon
stripes cuddle
my thick, dry
tongue.
Where has the fruit bird gone?
Red hands
from picked cherries;
Womanhood loves me.
Digest zebra leaves
from fern trees if
no pink salt is found
in green or grey eyes
of spider monkeys.
I want sand toes
standing hair
and finger spheres
spinning on touch.
Keep your triangles
but give me your dressless
dog and two teeth
from the back
of your gum.
What I mean
is like furniture
but I have no home.
My house has a home.
I am home
and also a couch.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Our needs weakness
R-Restless
R-Ruthless
R-Ravenous
R-Risque
R-we $$$
Rich?
To death be as part
Sickness or switch
Struggling it seems
Endless
Moon shines for others
Why am I dressless
Where is our star
With the Countess?
Waiting too long
Racing mind buying
another car
Too many offers and deeds
Losing yourself in
one star*
Vamperish layers
The finest relishes
Exquisite jewelry
out shines and
his smile declines
She volunteered
She polishes anyones
spirit to get divorced hum
Right on to beacon on
She volunteers words
the right one's
Mike and Robin
delicious so ambitious
He's the classic Electric
Radio's
To be or not ot be
Diddos winning lotto
Widows rediscovered
Or cut like a knife
The Rose in her prime
Those high expectations
She volunteered new
inventions of time
Remembering President
Kennedy Ask not what your
country could do 4 times
for you
Now the Playgirl calender # 5
babe what she could
do for the country plenty____
Modern times date men of many
6 Men and women remains a ten
Feeling spoiled in a playpen
Those useless years perhaps the
lucky 7 love me times
Flooding your brain
White picket fence chimes
"Bad moon rising full moon
Giving away rebates
Those volunteers Scenic routes
Vineyard enjoying aged wine
Be mine you need more time
Laura Croft tomb raider
in her loft be the smart player
In Rome architectural beauty
My Mom is amazingly
Judy********
And she did her duty
Red changed the color
Valentine
Became the watcher "Rolex"
You were writing the words
like a women stalker
pills of Xanax
Your husband is eating
Your "Prima Donna"
4 the love of pasta & capers
He will always be your
love mentor
The blood and chocolate hand
We will all live up to the
Titans don;t ever say never
You only got 10 fingers
Now land
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
I held the pool of her in my hand.
A universe succumbing to its weight.
This smallness, of me, diminutive letters on parchment.
A lens, rupturing itself.
There is no way, no way at all to be, now.
We are committed and forbidden to our own fate. Pale hour.
Hourless East.
You give it what it asks for. You always give it what it asks for.
You collapse. Paper house, conformed for service.
The endless hunger, pleads for you.
A dressless girl on wooden knees.
You think you prefer not to go where you are not wanted.
If that were true, it would be easier to leave your self.
Somewhere,
in a room,
it is a slow dance, and mostly never.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC