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B I T C H

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2012-01-19 20:49

subways screaming in
the bitter light
like a party lamp
overturned

my retina burn
and this hot rush of wind
stinking of city
and office bodies
the restless and
the chosen
wandering in their week
old skins

the walls lucid crawl
in a flash of stainless
wet like a putrid worm

I want to throw you down
the stairs
and burn this stash
your lemonlove honey
crash you thrust against
me
Hold on baby! you scream
the alarm clock shatters
fuck all that, that matters
and your dark root hair
with pyscho highlights
in my fist of hand

ride you like the express

and I wake to the bodies
slamming into me
jammed in the
sarcophagus of travel
like a phallic robot lover
on wheels
stinking of electricity

and I close my eyes
and inhale this sweet
perfume
the paper rustling
on dirty tiles

I can taste the Coco
Chanel on your throat
Feel the wasted dreams
that hang like limp
feathers on your back
Wingbones
under my fingers
holding on
and bruising
for you to remember
for me to forget

I can smell you on
the pillows
yellowing in the sun
and the carnage
in the kitchen
beneath the dripping
tap glistening
the afterbirth
of a nightmare
beautiful in death
curled up against
the fridge
and the freezer
with Vodka
still stained with
your lipgloss

Black Cherry wake up
how you love me
and I'm
your
bitch

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Esker

Thu, 2012-01-19 20:51

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I remember reading Poems like this
dazzled at them
the city where there are no other sites
of humanity rolling

Hope its not too too shocking for Esker
there is a lot going on in his head...
Sweet Dreams Baby!

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Geezer

Fri, 2012-01-20 00:57

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I really like this, I had to read it a couple of times, to get everything that it had offer, but found I felt it more each time. No suggestions on how to make it better, ~ Gee

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Esker

Fri, 2012-01-20 01:41

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I've been my share my freind
like riding on the stately path
beneath the sundapple tree
and then dropping over the side
crashing through the forest
following the raw path
the rush the rise and fall
crest and hollow
delicious dangerous and alive

Thats excitement
thats raw poetry untapped
and uncurtailed
although I admit
that even here
there is just so much
one can post

I enjoy this kind of write
though truths are more
a wealth then the wasted
rich of fiction

Thank You

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Roscoe Lane

Fri, 2012-01-20 03:10

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This i believe is one of your best, the images that emanated as i read this are amazing. A really great poem that i have no thoughts to better. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Esker

Fri, 2012-01-20 03:39

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Thank you
portions of life
collected
good bad?? cant judge it in context
viewed through the lens
like a documentary
keep the camera rolling

Piss on the morning
in our trenchs
fear sleep nerves
rise up in mists
as the sun claws its
way through
Gives up and leaves us
in that gloom

spit up the wall
nothing better to do
some with tongues too
dry to speak

a grin and dig in
to the day
throw open the door
hanging on its hinge
Have you ever woke
your girl this way
back to back
through the day
against the odds

pull a soul from the
rabbit hat
and dead mans hand
on the table
No one speaks...

neoland has beome
sequin and drowned
copulations of gleam

trohy poems in a chocolate
box like stale kisses
on the shower tiles

and the clouds
cascade
passing like dark fear
their snow burden
worry against the glass

passion of ragged life
clings to the clothes

douse it away like
extinguishing death with
flowers and tonic
while the rot spreads
potent in the air

the aftercrash
all glitter and smashed

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Kailashana2

Fri, 2012-01-20 08:13

Whichever name you go by, dear man, you're poetry precedes you. An endless waterfall.

~A

Esker

Fri, 2012-01-20 11:18

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eating my Baba Ghanouj
smokey and smooth like the drawn shrill waves
from the Dead Sea
the hazy beauty
screens to keep out the sun
gather in the chairs against the white walls
swept tiles

waterfalls
like waves
Like frankinscence
and prayers

Thank You

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emogothgirl

Fri, 2012-01-20 21:12

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i like this side! nicely done. totally unexpected, of course, but i liked it.
always,
mag

Esker

Fri, 2012-01-20 22:23

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Mag..so profound that you so found this
an emotive enjoyable run
(as I so stroll through your works..silent
at times and adding here and there..)
there is so much more of course to Esker
its sweet to find suprises
even at my aged age

Thank You Dear!

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wesley snow

Sun, 2012-01-22 20:17

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You are so weirding me out! WHO ARE YOU?
mumble... mumble...

i mean like who is he? shit,,what is he?

W. H. Snow

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emogothgirl

Sun, 2012-01-22 20:43

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i believe we have seen but one side of dear Esker, and there are so many more to be seen.

Esker

Sat, 2012-02-11 03:21

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yes you are correct
I had forgotten as much
drifted away
and returned the stranger
to the island
the mirage
the dreamers dream

so much
more

Thank You

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Esker

Sat, 2012-02-11 03:19

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finally unafraid of my odd angles and eyes
thought I was so ugly for years
realizing now how you can play the
camera like words to poetry
working it like words

I find it like manual typing on old machines
when I had a shutter activated lens camera
where light fell on film to make a negative

starting to stretch and make composition
with this films with the video as is the
custom with U Tube and Facebook

like the line
"What is he,,"
and
"Who is he.."

just an ordinary poet
in the ordinary world
with unordinary visions

Thank You

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Esker

Fri, 2012-03-02 07:45

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weird eh??

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pleiades

Fri, 2012-01-27 02:37

fan-fucking-tastic

the best you have written since
last i read you

like a sarah lee cake..."layer upon layer upon layer..."

you know what this makes me feel?
makes me want to be the one you throw down the stairs...
the one you ride like an express...
the one whose dreams hang like limp feathers...

the key though, is that this write makes me FEEL...

burn baby burn...

this is exceptional writing

w...
always, your
m

Esker

Fri, 2012-03-02 07:49

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my work has flavour
I know how to put it there
I have been so intimate
with so many great characters
living in their space
sharing ideas feelings
passions irks

being groomed by the best

I am grateful also that you are
a feeling person Pleaides
out of the thousand that may
read this and find little in
it I intuitively know there
is the one that will get its
worth..And for that one I
truly love to write!!!!

Thank You P

Your W

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Esker

Fri, 2012-01-27 07:31

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crawling out of dreams
the night just behind me
light trickling from the sky
the night lamps shinning
they will extinguish themselves
on my walk to work

its that crazy love
caught up in passion
that burst of adrenalin
and mad memories
like the wolf run

chasing something or
being chased

nothing like being in
flight in that motion

and then
the stillness
examinations
notations with heart still
pounding

close my eyes and lean
against
the warmth and flavour

could we should we
go for a coffee
I'll buy with a fin I
hid

I wouldnt have imagined
you but now its all I
think of
all that is contstrued
and idling like the panting
beast for delicious savour

you are my most precious
flavour

W

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Nordic cloud

Sat, 2012-02-11 14:32

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OH wow you fair turn me .....hairs askew
and disjoint the linoleum
patchwork the bedding
and stitch the sheets together
like an Apple Pie Bed
with this one Steven,
you wolf in disguise,
Red Riding Hood can't match this.

Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Esker

Fri, 2012-03-02 07:43

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she was braver then the hunter
she questioned all the details of "granny"
it was the hunter that was the fortunate
outcome to come along and shoot
the wolf and skin him
There was value in his hide

The hunter and Riding Hood ate the picnic
lunch as they dissected Mr Wolf
and perhaps one day
Ms Hood would wear a fur coat
after the auction selling Grannies
treasures

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ida

Sat, 2013-04-20 13:30

squinting through lens
upon an epoch in time
the light appears darkest
the darkest appears light
I inhale oxides
reversing the negative
yellowed curled edges
refocus distortions
your frame clears

chloe home--please call

Esker

Mon, 2013-04-22 13:14

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watch from christmas large faced and black
is failing....the battery sometimes working
or the watch itself...
then not...a figment of time
held fast....

I am walking across the city meeting
the loves the hates of society

in my temp room my things about me

only an hour here for music listening
and writing... reading
give up the freedom of hours and hours
of which I was obsessed anyway
pushing sleep away forever then

exhaustion over riding reason
the glitter screen

the vortex

I have phone acess soon
will try to arrange a time to
use their phone for call
Thank God for acessed friends

thank God for poetry
and dextrous minds

I have missed your poetry Ida

Thank You!

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loved

Sat, 2013-04-20 14:37

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ride you like the express
I can visualize you
as a serpent entwined
with another one
chaste at first
then roar like a lion

You emerge the strongest of lovely men
robust humorous cantankerous
and then like a rolling discus
the ones you twine with
will you curse…
when in them you disburse…

till then hold the line
the perilous of all humanly wine
then once you un- entwine
you will find another snaky one in line
till then lover poet
remain like wine
in a position you entwine...

loved

Nordic cloud

Sat, 2013-04-20 15:04

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Wow this has a pace Esker,

"hot rush of wind

wandering in their week old skins"

Full of juxtaposed thoughts that flash
the common place happenings of a
week in the city, you toss us in the flour
of it's extraordinary culinary melée.

Love Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

loved

Sat, 2013-04-20 15:09

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essense ma'am

loved

Geezer

Sat, 2013-04-20 20:01

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that there were new comments on this one, I had to read it again myself. I enjoyed it as much as the first time I read it! Unknowingly, you have inspired me many times. Always, after reading one of what I consider to be " one of your best"; I try to use some of what I get from your work, to give my next work more depth and feeling. I don't feel that I will ever reach the plateau of your artistry, but I take away something each time I read your work. Thank you, ~ Geezer

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loved

Sat, 2013-04-20 20:58

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feel ....

replace with
think
as in my case esker
and plateux
by peak

loved

Geezer

Sun, 2013-04-21 07:33

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Think?

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Ian.T

Sun, 2013-04-21 09:11

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I read your piece
Then
I fell
Cascaded down
Into the depth
There two lovers
I spied them crushed
Together unable to move
Rush hour
A rush of blood
to the extremes
To be bound
Without reason
Lost tunnels
Of deep underground
Pressing without need
Oblivious travelers
Voyeur's unable to focus
Free unisun
In a crowd
A joy without reason
A fate of life
Where choice is lost.
I gave in
To your fate..
And caught another train ?????

Just a couple of points in the write:- my retina burn.. one of these two words needs to be plural, better that the Retina's burn.
.
wandering in their week...... this should be Weak to make flow,
.
Take care young wolf,
Yours Ian.T

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themoonman

Sun, 2013-04-21 09:36

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Have you noticed the inspiration you incite?

Damn fine poem Sir, nothing else to say.
Ian pointed out a couple of things I did notice,
but did you see what he wrote ... wow, to cause
inspiration is indeed success !!!

always glad to read your words

Richard

Ian.T

Sun, 2013-04-21 10:02

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I thought that it would be fine to reply as a few of our poets are doing with a write,
I like Steves way of writing and have done so before, but I think that it belongs to him, so to mimic is not good but it was fun, lol
Have a great day out there both of you, Yours Ian.T

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