The last time

                                       

        

 

It’s like a disgusting smell

On the end of your finger

That you keep going back to

 

You can’t help yourself

You know it’s wrong

But somehow you’re drawn

To it

 

And that’s the story with me

And her

 

‘Dangerous magnetic meetings’

 

That will get me thrown out

If I’m not careful

 

Luckily I’m in control

And I can walk away from it all

Quite easily

 

But I’ve decided

 

Despite the fact that she allows

Me to do the unspeakable

 

After tonight

 

That is it.

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alan barlow

Sat 15th Jan 2011 03:33

niiiiice

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning"

Robert Duvall

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 13th Jan 2011 20:09

I really like this poem, Mike. It expresses the grip of any obsession well. Whatever the 'unspeakable' is to the poet (and it doesn't matter if it is the norm for anyone else) the writer can't let it go. The 'stinky finger' is an excellent hook that catches the universal reader, although I'm not quite sure why it is 'wrong'. It's a common characteristic among animals to be strongly attached to personal body smells.

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John Aikman

Wed 12th Jan 2011 18:05

Well, we've all been there!

This is superb, although I'd probably change 'disgusting' to 'disconcerting' or something less repellent or intriguing...'It's like a smell' would be subtler...and we'd still all know what you meant. It would stop the second stanza being tautological. Poetry should be allusive.

In fact, apart from that opening line...I think this is just brill.

Thank You...it's fab.

jx

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Banksy

Wed 12th Jan 2011 17:52

Awesome !
and if she lets you do the unspeakable, then lock her in, not out !!
(or send her round to mine :D )

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