"gasper" poems
with the lust
of a 14 year old ***** boy
playing hooky
eyes blink orbs
riding the bumpy
**** grind yields
a mental representation
*her ***
a Coney Island ride
reciprocity of tongue and groove
a big dipper
and a hot dog
in a bun eating contest
i eye the shape of her legs
brahmana of form
**** cake butter scallops
with a prune skin ****
***** dark little sister
going along for the ride
with hidden talents
*om shakti om
holy donut with a zit*
rubbing myself
a peripatetic command
like I had the junkies itch
in a bearded clam sea
of black nail claws
like musical notes
that tear flesh
hegemony of *** art
*make me bleed *****
Tangula The Exotic Shake Dancer
moves infallible hips
and dancing hands like octopi
tickling bloated *****
ta-ting go the finger cymbals
smiling she called pip squeak
colossus of her dreams
flick tongues the meringue
licking the
shimmering tantra pistol
finger up the **** hole
brings a prostate exclamation point
and a throat gag lyric
for a wagon train
of wrap around lips
zooming spit and spray
wet like scungelli
her *******
like cloud cookies
****** my mouth
gasper boy
chokes on
a marshmallow fire
i kiss her feet
and work my way up
the slippery slope
a starved dog
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
You lean against the scratchy brick wall of the locally famous night club taking a pack of **** from your inside coat pocket.
You can feel the bass pumping through the wall, in perfect time with your racing heart.
You place the cancer stick between your lips with a shaking hand and light the poison.
You look around the empty street, trying to clear your mind.
You try to soak it all it, but you can't.
All you see is the gist of everything, never truly understanding how things work, how the world works.
You don't know why you came here tonight.
You don't know why you run away from your problems.
And you most certainly don't know why you ignore all the enormous problems, when you can barely get yourself to understand the minuscule ones.
You take a long drag on your gasper and breathe out the toxic chemicals that are slowly destroying your wheezing lungs and look around the deserted street once again.
No change
No nothing
You're alone
Living your life in Spark Notes and cigarettes
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
jesus. ******* christ.
with h as his middle name.
i want a smoke.
i want to fill my lungs.
with something toxic.
something chronic.
i'll take lites.
i'll be healthy for once.
with these ******* lites.
and now i'll put anything in me.
any smoke.
fun.
cool factor.
popular.
isn't that what it's about.
no.
i quit.
but i want it.
i need it.
sentence fragments are all i have.
someone give me a cig
cigarette
***
biri
cubeb
gasper
puff
smoke.
holy **** heaven.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC