a strobe of lights, a flash, and we were at this club, two nervous fugitives afraid the tiniest affection would bring the police kicking down the door, shining 50 kilowatt lights, come to carry us away. but first touches came to no alarms or surprises and I played my records and the club came alive like never before.
the telephone rang, it seemed there was this keg just down the street and turntables and good people, so we walked, paid for our cups, I played some records and I look back wondering why people responded with such abandon… I could feel the floor shake, timbers creaking, and I wasn’t the perfect dj, but the way the records fell: miraculous. I remember ending up drunk on the couch, holding her hand and this kid, come out of nowhere, said seeing us like that put a warmth in his heart and I’m not given to prophesy but it did seem other-worldly.
some months later it snowed and her car couldn’t climb the hill so for four days we were there with nothing but tv and conversation. sleeping next to her, she liked to tuck up her legs, take up space, and the mattress sank on her side so it felt like I was rolling downhill, throwing my weight on top of her, I don’t know how she tolerated it; maybe that explains confiscated covers. we’d wake up, make coffee far too weak for her taste, sit at the kitchen table, her still in pajama pants she’d wear well into the day. mostly, we’d talk about the fat cat in the back bedroom, how it needed to not knock over plants and come out and enjoy our company.
I had proof of employment so we got the room for half price, and the same room 122 every time. so we dropped, and imagine: the stomach seems to shift a little, a prickling creeps up your back, and one deep breath; you’re there. I’ve never felt so comfortable so I got up to go get water but she pushed me back down, I fell on the bed and never, I mean never had I felt anything so euphoric, so we were tangled from then on. I made her cry but it was pleasure overload, we ended in breathless embrace and didn’t sleep that night.
her room had mystery; desire on the wall a falling figure, paintings and pictures with distinctive meaning. I’ve been on her bed, made her scream, made her cry, calmed her down, held her close, her head on my shoulder, arm across my chest, leg pulled up, across and over mine; and if I’ve learned nothing else, I think I now know what contentment is.
This quick post thing can be a real blessing at moments,lol. Just been enjoying your thread and wanted to let you know I have. Great place to poke around. Reread Elasticized. Good stuff~! *goes back to poking around* Mannn....enjoying the hell outta this thread once again.....*Resumes her poking around* damn...jumping all around...the last one, part 6 was just wonderful
i absolutely love your poetry...i have spent hours reading poem after poem of yours and you never cease to amaze me....you are so real and honest and i love your style, the way your poems flow and the imagry you create from the most simple word combinations....as long as you keep posting, i will keep reading...
part 4 was my favorite. Loved the snow sequence and this part was priceless. "sleeping next to her, she liked to tuck up her legs, take up space, and the mattress sank on her side so it felt like I was rolling downhill, throwing my weight on top of her, I don’t know how she tolerated it; maybe that explains confiscated covers." Enjoyed the part about the cat alot... the flow, of the whole, was great.
such a myriad of emotions encompassed in this entire thread...you feel deep and it shows.....such beauty within these pages. thank you for sharing your talents and sights
wow, didn't expect to see this one come up again! glad it got some visitors in it's old age! Hmm… now that I think about it, the poem I started this off with was "thoughts," basically 6 poems I did, 3 in mid-june one year and the last 3 the next june (same week, too!). I never posted all of em, and one's in my oldschool notebook, so hey...
The stiletto ex called & the fight ensued, everyone listening pointed & laughed cos she thought she deserved an explanation and I hung up, red-lined, boiling, trembling rage; and I don't like to be an ass but this bitch… she…. I wanted to cut her down --no more fucking opinions --I’ve told you our eyes won't meet --we won't talk or anything ever again. I guess it's funny when I'm angry and shooting shells & all holy hell, sulfur pits, brimstone, napalm & verbs designed to slip in & enter self-impression, an anti-compound of the RNA inducing cellular deconstruction, a meltdown, an error in human computation. Tell me you're not made of math, are a skeptic to if-then conclusions that produce proteins for shiny hair and I bet that caught your attention, I bet your cold blood warmed in affinity cos you’re all about your reflection, stuck up on spotlights & cosmology.
Wow man. I hope I never make you mad...Awesome images in there though. And I just love that name! Peace
bah, I exagerrate like crazy. makes for a better story... it was more like "i'm sorry but my girlfriend doesn't like you calling me all the time so I think it best if we don't talk anymore," then having to hang up when she wouldn't let me go...
I hate quoting whole poems cos it's frankly a big ol' waste of space and timne, but I can't chose the best bit. This was simplicity perfected, so alive, so real, so now
