We used to be lovers twined like tarot around a love of syllables and anal sex magic confined to coffee and cigarettes can kill you but so can poetry We used to inebriate our little demons and self-medicate our angels and pit them against each other on Seagram's and weed and tobacco and words force them to fight not to the death but to the life that we dragged out of cold sheets every morning the spent alphabets of the night before crunching under our feet crackling crisp and lonely yes the spent alphabets of the night before that were bright and dark and all at once and that was our time and that alphabet, those words those syllables you still pick from between your teeth while I lick mine clean with a sour tongue we used to scratch that itch and live like sleepy kings on edible thrones we used to be lovers entwined and full-bellied and still chewing.
Wow, this is another great poem. There is so much that is good about this. I love the metre, the way the poem flows and keeps its pace. It seems to be racing along as if you had to get the ideas down on paper before they disappeared. Wonderful.
just found this. an energy is written here . i love the fact that each part makes a picture in my mind of an ending happening a change in life even real love .no fly by night. lovenpeace from saff.
yea the imagery is magnificent and you can really feel what you are trying to say although the language is all figurative
right now, the only thing in my mind is a guy with a mouth full of alphabet soup or cereal, walking around spitting it at people however, that's a really awesome image
you'll have to excuse this, i was a bit under the ganja weather but, as i believe i've mentioned before on another one of your poems non-cookie cutter images, you do them well also: "anal sex magic" - whoever thought those three words could sound so elegant
