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Rauch

Put Powerful portal moments
She, a poet, reaches--we pat paws
And creative "inexplicable" cascades everywhere--
And the word poet
Bends me head around the handle bars of the fly down the mesa
And I write a thousand phrases
I hate that she, a poet, patting my palm
Can cleanse me so
And make me step from the vacuum of never read never heard
To "HEAR ME!!!"

Competition impedes, speeds the breath.
Annihilates the pleasure
And short quick--gulping gasps replace inhales like long inclines of highway--where the meter is the rise of the land.

And Rauch means "breath" but j-- says "smoke"
And every time j-- passes me--I smell his cigarette smoke
His pretty male scent--and I "Rauch" j-- into my nostrils
Full up to the tip of the shortest skirt I can wear
And he remembers me always as the first time he saw me

Leaned, seated, tanned toned legs linking like swizzle sticks
Wrapped and holding together any ooze of female to male.

Just so he will pat me--he will look down--and "rauch"
It doesn't matter really the breath
The smoke
It exists
The portal where all the vapours of creativity sink through.

laurieanne childes


untitled

if you hate me then leave. if you love
me then stay. if i'm worthless then
tell me. if i'm lovely then worship me.
if i'm too old i'll show it. if i'm too
young i'll know it. if i'm hungry i'm
starving. if i'm nourished i'm numb. if
i'm reckless it's over. if i'm quiet i'll
suffer. if i'm right then i'm wrong. if
i'm deaf then i'm dumb. if i lose then
i'm lost. if you want me you need me.
if you need me i'm nothing. if you ask
then i'm taken. if you fail you are fallen.
need necessitates change. want brings lust.
lust brings hate. all else is charmed.
knowledge brings prominence. fame is waste.
work is tiresome. the brother is watchful.
though sturdy, thought disturbs. music is
from hell. the insane are the powerful.
injection is per the reject. all of them
are sorry for something. i am sorry only
for that which i created. let me kiss your
beautiful mouth.

jet silhouette


a haiku

pizza boxes,
skeletal remains
of munchies past.

travis kilgore


Because Love Poetry Never Rises Far Above Doggerel

i always prayed for sleep until
i kicked aside the covers and
wrapped myself in you
now i say
"let the night come violently
sirens and trucks may
sound through dawn"
it is music to me
and eyes that will not close
i think must be a gift

fourand20blackbirds

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