i will ruin everything eventually

We are lying in your bed 

The taste of cocaine and scotch still haunts my mouth 

It seems like you are asleep so I touch your hair 

You turn to me and ask me if I want to have sex 

I say no though every cell in my body burns yes 

One of us has wet ourselves and I hope that it is me 

Because you must feel it too and if you feel that I have wet myself 

But still love me enough to want to pleasure me

Then I am truly loved 

I feel like I have the flu 

I check my phone and it is 2am 

You are snoring again so I press my crotch into your backside 

And think about how you are sixty percent water and so am I 

Think of how much water we would have to drink 

Before we shed our skin and sloshed to the ground 

Two puddles of humanity 

A twinning ritual 

Each one of my atoms blending with yours 

Then you would truly be mine 

A vast ocean of lost dreams and misplaced affection 

I fall asleep then and when I wake on the floor you have made me breakfast

There are cuts on your legs and the washing machine rumbles in the background

◄ breaking an azeotrope with unidirectional pressure manipulation

a king without a crown ►


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Stu Buck

Wed 11th Jan 2017 17:42

thanks very much paul, im glad you enjoyed it.

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Paul Waring

Wed 11th Jan 2017 08:55

Stuart, in my short time on here this is one of the most interesting pieces I've read, the words and images have stayed in my mind since I first read it......for me, what marks out a poem is whether it moves me, makes me think and is memorable and this is ticks all those boxes! Paul

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Stu Buck

Sun 8th Jan 2017 17:15

thanks suki, glad you liked it. happy new year to you as well!

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suki spangles

Sun 8th Jan 2017 14:46

The last line - genius.

Wishing you a Happy New Year Stu!

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Stu Buck

Sun 8th Jan 2017 00:11

thanks martin. i actually first learnt/became fascinated by the water thing after reading a 'calvin and hobbes' comic strip about calvin, the little boy, drinking one too many glasses of water and becoming a puddle. i'll try and find a link...


there we go.

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Martin Elder

Sat 7th Jan 2017 23:26

Marvellous stuff Stu. I like the whole scenario around people being made up of water with that fab line starting
'A vast ocean of lost dreams'
Nice on

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Stu Buck

Sat 7th Jan 2017 16:56

thanks so much cynthia. really glad you enjoyed it and fully grasped the ideas behind it

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 7th Jan 2017 14:48

A poet can almost go 'gaga' with that intertwining of senses and ideas that play constantly through the mind, the diverse associations that whizz into multi-focus, each unique, yet somehow always connected, layers upon layers. Getting such relationships into viable thoughts, let alone words to share, is a real talent.

Superb conclusion.

Much enjoyed.

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Stu Buck

Fri 6th Jan 2017 23:40

cheers both, glad you enjoyed it.

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Fri 6th Jan 2017 17:18

I know you're back Stu ! Into that dark place between truth and fantasy where all imagination lies. This seems a sort of elevation of quite sordid matters into something quite redeeming and has your original questing stamp on it. It's clever how you dip into a journey and then arrive back right you started. Miles away from a Kellogg's advert but still ...Welcome back!

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Fri 6th Jan 2017 15:39

Really enjoyed this...Jeff....

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