"oversweet" poems
Over the top to sail lips float
Oversweet travel in any sort
Two lips sway back and forth
Have lips we travel
Unravel-Hot lips Brazil
Satisfying-Gratifying
* * * * *
Sugary-Syrupy the sky like
Our lips high
canopy travel shaky
Lips met her rivalry
Lips together acceptable
Reasonable-humble
Lovable-venerable
We travel up
Lips frown to fall
Lips* color* rich* never* to* be* frugal
First class lips diamond- coral
Forever my lips half open
Traveling closed lips
* * * *
She walks and trips*
Museum art
* * * *
Our lips never part*
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 11:43 AM UTC
In the cross of a catharsis
Clasped in hands too tired to understand
Here sit my mother’s worries
Waiting hopefully
For you to open them up like chinese takeout boxes
Put your feet up and break out the plastic forks
And dream of all the ways you could fail to make your mother understand the calmness of the gesture, the inside of my wrist against the back of your neck
And afterwards, I was too tired to make you understand
Too tired of all the little things that became big ones to break up the boredom
And all the things you said that made even the reality seem ridiculous
Pronounced as universal truths, where you are the universe
Pulling those sticky oversweet noodles apart and watching those little strings of supposed damnation snap back into hopeless fatigue
I expected something more from my sins
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 11:38 AM UTC
-Am I okay?
-No , you are not.
-Am I hesitant?
-No, not at all.
-Am I self-obsessed?
-Maybe, a little.
-Am I oversweet?
-I'd say - bitter.
-Am I perplexed,overwhelmed, dazed or ... am I pure rage, capsuled?
-Truth is that you are just great and absurd.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
January thirteenth two thousand
and nineteen will complete
mine third score orbitz round the sun,
who as a youth evinced
demure and effete
traits, and now weathered, Ongepatshket,
and plenty seasoned,
I feel ready to greet
a garrulous, humorous, and indecorous
Shikse for an indiscreet
liaison, where she will
get reddit to shutterfly,
and twitter like an uber keet
oozing with NON GMO
gluten and monosodium
glutimate saccharine dripping
with au naturale oversweet
ample ***** shapely waist,
and derriere replete
with plenty of junk in the trunk
cavorting, flirting, and issuing manumission
to fraternize, friskily frolic
fruitfully mixing bedlam with bunk
sundering politesse as a "FAKE",
gentlemanly, and honorable hunk,
when in truth,...this lapsed (Lou Zoo Lee)
christened nebish lunk
bookish, loutish, and wonkish teasing
seminarian formerly seclusive monk
keying into my inner philanderer,
yeah...yeah...yeah overdrunk
with prurient fantasies donning an imitation
of (guess who), one
narcissistic trumpeting punk
at heart my idol, no matter the teetering
ship of state he nearly countersunk,
which purportedly mirrors
his Wharton curriculum vitae,
which...well showed he nearly did flunk
apprenticed as POTUS with
FLOTUS attractive trophy
wife (number three) female chunk
and,...oh yes aesthetically
pleasing female real estate
from appearances marriage
barren and devoid of great
je nais sais quois,
though Melania rarely irate,
and partial government shutdown of late
reverberating with fallout, that does oscillate
furloughed federal employees to perspire
principally at increased amortization rate.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC