"snorty" poems
Lydia
watches through
a thin gap
in the dark
brown curtains
her sister
much older
in the bed
holding tight
to her tall
spiv boyfriend
and kissing
his thick lips
then his ears
which even
nine year old
Lydia
finds quite gross
it takes all
her childish
innocence
not to know
what the show
is about
she looking
through the gap
sees the spiv
put his hand
on the ****
buttocks of
her sister
Lydia
looks away
looks out at
the green grass
and the flats
and windows
opposite
ignoring
the giggles
and snorty
sounds she hears
from the bed
behind her
behind dark
brown curtains
how the heck
she got trapped
behind there
in her games
pretending
the window
was a stage
and she a
child actress
awaiting
to begin
when her big
sister came
tiptoeing in
with the spiv
while hiding
unseen there
Lydia
silently
hid her feet
and stealthily
had her peek
now she sees
pigeons walk
or kids play
with skip rope
or football
or cowboys
and Injuns
but behind
the curtains
on the bed
another
game is played
two actors
in combat
by the sounds
her sister
breathlessly
makes beyond
but innocent
Lydia
puts her hands
to cover
her small ears
watching kids
play their games
and joyfully
run about
ignoring
whatever makes
her sister
giggle soft
then loudly
laughing shout.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
Snorty hog of russet red
I wish that you were dead*
*But not bleeding- gone peacefully in your sleep.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
my constant lover has run off on his flight of fancy
and in his absence I am lost,
I dont want to think of you.
I dont want to be thrown back in that boat with you
I am aprehensive.
I am dragging my feet
those fake smiles and snorty vibes
the i really couldnt give a **** reply
all the pretending
the preditor and the prey
whos in control?
none of us it seems
but the fates have conspired once again
and another preening ritual is attended
and for what?
to show you what it is you havent got.
but you notice things like that dont you?
I will speak to you with those eyes you mask with hate
and I will mirror cool disinterest
and the rest shall feel ill at ease at my presence
while I fit in with the calm ease
of even the greatest sleeze.
comfortable in my destruction
and thier recoil at my gall
to put the **** out there so nicely
like it doesnt stink at all...
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
You say you've moved on,
but she has my face,
my hair,
and my snorty laughter.
When I first saw her,
just for a moment,
I thought that she was my long lost twin
and that you found her
just to bring her back to me.
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC