"girthy" poems
I can hear gulls squawking
like catcallers in the streets
of New York City
but they're not talking to me,
they're speaking to the ocean breeze.
They'll be heading south soon.
Fall is coming
and you can taste it
even in the August heat.
I still have memories
of childhood summers
that lasted longer than some years
recently.
Can't help but think of the days
I wasted worried about
who I would be
and now I'm someone
sitting beneath a girthy oak tree
wearing a collared button up
that hangs on me a little too loosely.
I don't know what that means
but it may mean something
to somebody else
who writes love letters to life,
that might just double
as quiet cries for help
in a world so high on noise
it's forgotten poetry.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Infatuation.
It’s a girthy, 5-syllable word and you’re
In a fat, juicy, situation.
It’s a swollen, darkened fruit
That begs to be taken completely,
Flesh devoured entirely.
But it’s a trap.
The sweet and tangy blood of it
That dribbles down your chin
To your neck
To your *******
To your heart
To your stomach
To your hips
To your groin
To your ***
Down your thighs
To your nervous toes
Is not love.
Nobody wants to hear that.
But some day
- If you are incredibly lucky -
You will look at your maroon-stained palms
And the dry, sticky rivers of years running down your wrists
And laugh until you cry when you realize
That you could wash your whole body
Because love is not in the juice.
It is not your addiction,
Your summer picking,
Your hungry belly,
Your well of adrenaline,
Your rushing of heartbeats,
Your tangling of bodies,
Your jealousy, yearning,
Nor pride.
If you are incredibly lucky
You will suddenly know love.
As silent, simple, and strong
As the fabric of the universe itself.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
Remove your shirt
And take my skirt
Dancing *****
I bet Patrick's very girthy.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
He was sheer cocked-up heaven
Thick, veined, and born
To rock my world to the core
He had the most treasured
Slithering snake I had ever seen
It was impressive poetry
To marvel at for days
I was lost in the orbit
Of his girthy, spectacular rod of pleasure
Forgot my name the more he tamed
My rainbow domain
With his gangbuster treasure
A masterpiece of hypnotic force
That conquered my gayness
That stretched into outer worlds
Further than eternity
Making my mouth water
Leaving me breathless
Obsessed with his mantasticness
I surrendered to his seamless, relentless length
Drowning in awe of his awesome sauce
He was an immeasurable work
Of delectable art made to be worshipped
And stroked forever and a day
I was entranced, deeply taken
By his breathtaking masculinity
Swept away by it all
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC