Poetry Drafts

I’m about to die (song for fish)

I couldn’t see properly
your spear pierced
ME
what the f* were you thinking
aiming at ME
what wrongs could be righted
with a spear through MY head?
I doubt your sincerity
seriously dude
I said I loved you
what proof do you need
to stop the killing attempts
aimed solely at me
I am sincere
I did proclaim
everlasting love for you
and your brethren
come on babes
let’s common sense rule
I only ask to be the
better half for
You

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Limescale and dirt

Limescale and dirt

weaklings I salute

high five with Vodka

orange and lime

no orange remains

ice melted low

vodka vodka Russian vodkas

lime is no more

but spirit’s high

observe observe

dirt

the dirt

only the dirt

remain

This is how it starts

You stub your toe on the chair
by the piano
it reminds you of the day
you kissed the girl
with the velvet eyes
The cinnamon linger
short skirt and no undies
boyhood
the vodka was knockoff
moonshine made by
engineers in the basement
the parents not quite
what they seemed but
alive
no longer
no longer
alive
But the memories remain
the girls on the beach
so sweet
small bras covering nothing
I retreat into dreams
of youth
.
.
.
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: This is how it starts

Deeply

You painted my face

like a child I sat there

legs between legs

my eyes closed

your brush strokes and

hands touched me

deeply

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