Poetry Blogs (bloody depressing)
Crazy young one
your time is soon to come.
Keep shoving those rails up your pretty perfect snout.
You think your a king,
from the head you boast about.
Your smile woo’s the weak,
followers who prey.
Leaders shy away from you,
your a black sheep, eating dry hay.
Women worship you for your charm,
men beg you for your promise,
You smell of sadness and ...
Thursday 5th April 2018 9:12 am
Surprised how slim you looked, how young,
red cotton briefs that made you look like Sybil Starr,
my room the way it was, the bed half-broken.
I lay, my body rhymed, at last, with yours,
though clothed: the same smooth legs,
same swelling breasts, the same receiving void
between the legs, the origin of worlds,
here, at the end, yours given, mine achieved.
Monday 10th January 2011 9:52 pm