"urinates" poems
She runs through the woods
panting for breath,
needing to rest
she listens out
dogs barking
they're growing closer
eager for blood.
She hears them in the distance,
Men,
she lets out a cry,
weaving round tree trunks
going under Bush,
they draw closer,
Her lungs feel crushed.
Her beautiful red coat
is covered in mud,
twigs and leafs,
whatever's under foot,
terror curses through her vains,
she's been chased for hours
feeling drained.
Startled by a blow on a horn
she comes to a Holt,
petrified she urinates
as footsteps fall in behind her
they're here!
Cornered now
her hair stands on end,
A tear drops
as death creeps upon her,
She has no time...
The hounds pounce!
tearing
tugging
And ripping
They do their masters bidding!
Fox hunting a fun sport for all...
(SW)
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
I HAVE A *****
THOUGH IT'S QUITE SMALL
IT LIVES IN MY BRAIN
AS DEFINED BY FREUD
WHEN I THINK AT ALL
IT GETS SO *****
NOT A TENT
OR MULTI STOREY CARPARK
CAN KEEP MY SECRET
WOMEN DO NOT HAVE NAMES
WHO PLAYS ONLY GAMES?
iF WISDOM [ETHEREAL] DIED
WHO COULD MEASURE OUR SIGHS
WHEN WOMEN MELT
MEN PHOSPHOURESCENT
AND AFTERWARD
SAY
WHAT A HIGH TIDE
A MAN UNZIPS
TAKES A ****
THEN SKATES
A MAN URINATES
PLANTS A TREE
CHOPS IT DOWN
A MAN MAKES A DRINK
WOMAN THROWS UP IN THE SINK
TAKE A CARE
DESTROY DESPAIR
WHAT IS NAME
WHAT IS NAME
YES PLEASE
TAKE YOUR NAME
MULTIPLY BY THREE
DIVIDE BY 2.5
HAVE JIVE
DESTROY
CREATE
PROCREATE
RECREATE
CREATE AGAIN
WRONG
RIGHT LEFT
PUT YOUR SOCKS ON YOUR EARS
CAPITALISE ON FEARS
SELL YOUR SCENT
FOR DETERGERENT
WORDS WE CANNOT SPELL
RULE DAY TO DAY
THINGS WE CANNOT SMELL
RUN RUN AWAY
AWAY
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Tangled on ghetto barbed wire
a drunk random stumbles
as his zippers protruding metal teeth smiles wide open
yellow spray paint urinates onto an alley wall
spelling out in a elementary cursive
the letters
****
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
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::
the soft soft death by love
She urinates into the flower *** and
Shoots up
;:;
She stands naked before the window
And masterbates
Pretty soon
The phone rings
)(
She had died 1000 times
She has never been reborn
She calls herself BROKEN
she is known as
SOMETHING ELSE
•
love (?)
She reads the love poems on her screen
She thinks of simply calling herself depressed
And getting drunk
But now the doorbell is ringing
And it's time to get to work
)(
.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC