"soapless" poems
You try
making up for your
thinness of character
by slurping the thick
syrup of Chinese food
the broccoli a glittering slick
of sauce
too rich for me
saccarine
the chicken glowing
in the neon light
in its neon sauce
radioactive under the dim lamps
the curling carpets
and wax flowers
You know I don't like it
here
you know I'd prefer
a switch of sweetness
from morsel to mouth
know somewhere
in the stitch and sketch
that is your brilliant brain
that noodles decked
like a war hero
lack charm
in the dark
could you pass the wantons
and take me home
to your warm nest
to the scritch of old blankets
that smell your spiced,
and soapless smell?
to a place where
past the books
I'm not allowed to borrow
and the sleep
we do not share
there glimmers
naturally,
occasionally
like lake water
where the streetlights don't show
something more tender
than snow peas
in a sticking sauce.
May 22, 2011
May 22, 2011 at 6:19 PM UTC
Coping with it
See where my economy is
An empty fridge
I am taking this
And what loss they have
At markets or skyscrapers
I laugh at it
Oh, they lost their wealth
Cant afford some breads
But I am living it
And they take their lives
Leave their wives
To themselves
Like I am to myself
Like i always will be
Look at my economy
Bundling bills
Shedding skin
Scary bones
Water that's not from tap
Drowned my face
How fast it dried
And my soapless fate
Washed and rubbed it
But a loss of life won't stop a life
A loss of skin wont extinct skins
Beauty is filled in the numerous skins
Thence, look for a beautiful skin
And construct the lost economy
Fill the empty fridge
Wash the ***** face with soap
And put off that ***** water
Cause you
You
Deserve a second shot
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC