a recent insight
the solution is not
a bottle of wine
but an empty bottle helps
when explaining how long
it took
to get
there
Poetry Drafts
seeking freedom
The silent storm
rib cage breaker
a heart on the run
vengeance seeker
bipolar laughter
rainbow dreaming
tearful eyes
seeking freedom
On the tip of the tongue
On the tip of the tongue
was you
soft and moist like
a mire
silent at first
so still
the eruption came
later
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: on the tip of the tongue
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