"slicky" poems
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its a road trip
she did the chicken head dance
hips swayed
like an evangelist of the lascivious
slicky, sticky, dicky
happily sicky
deep throat swallow
flooding her gullet
with spits, spats and waterfalls
for 300 gooey miles
like a Deer at a salt lick
to horney to send picture post cards
and her mouth sparkled
a regurgitating anthem of love
and a billion solar immolations
in the great
howling milky way roadtrip
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Anguished lavish
laureates has driven
me slightly mad
tangerine lemon rounds
Erudites of oolong parties
flying on the wreckages
of forgotten sideral castles
ice cubes crushed in the psychadelia
Nuances of never tomorrows,
slicky dew drops
glistening
jadded wells of deep thoughts
callin'
green algae lakes
emerging
Pale planes oozing
silvery Neptune forks
n'waves flyin'from above
witchery wands in love with wondrous comets
Thou sparkling dispersive
master machine mind
feedin' on
oak wooden spoons
tightly, tenderly
sippin'
magnified tinder
from thy glances
daemons of thy unconsciousness breathing
me *******
flow and ebb
thou chest ebb
and flows
bonvivants bountyful beams
The inflamable black
powder burnin'
to take off
like a swift rocket
like a swell day's
endless delight
*The gold
The pink
The brave new horizons*
Openin' grunges and volcanic
desires
pinnin' lovers, gluein' them to-
gether in a desperate gloom
of unforgiven erotica
And The Poems
who make you tremble
as a luscious cream on the top
of Thou Vicious Beauty
fenderstrater jaguars silent roar
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Welcome to the malevolent
I am the intersection between Bad and Evil
The very genesis of sin
The bitten fruit
Man couldn't refrain from eating
The slick nasty sinister beast
Woman couldn't help but listen to
I am the Night with twinkles of Star lights
I am the intersection between Dawn and Darkness
I am the Temptation
Cajoling voices nagging behind your head
Mix the Filthy, the Slicky, and the Nasty.
You get me.
I am the sin
Christ came to bound
The sin lurkin' in your shadows
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
The metal floor is slicky
Desert heat amplifies
The odor of ***** and blood
Mostly empty IV bags hang on their stands
Packaging from numerous medical supplies
Litter the ground
Quickly and carefully I clean and spray and sweep and scrub
I sort and pack and refit and reorganize
Preparing the chopper for the next call
Lives were saved
But
I don’t know what will become of them
Some will leave the Army
Some will come back here
Some will do the job the enemy couldn’t do
And take their own lives
I can’t think about that
This is hard enough
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
i thought he wore a red wind cheater,
it was a boiler suit.memory kicked in
already,
my brothers’ faded jackets,
waterproofed, cracked with age,
rubber lined, elastic cuff.
to cheat the wind i suppose.
i inherited.
not the corduroy shorts ,
which were
dyed dark brown each season,
passed from brother to brother,
not to me.
my mother supplying snake belts
for slippage, and parafin oil
on slicky hair.
those days things faded.
sbm.
**notes, we have no photograph.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
in my book-word of sea. the letters blackened
as though a crab carrion — sprawled out
on its slicky lingual waves:
there is a slip to the bottom of a riverbed
submerged, crushed by the froth of time
pilgrimaged by the monsoon
while the fate is a word
aboveboard — sail on my body
rowing its own letters
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC