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M u l l e d P r o p o r t i o n i s t

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2015-03-11 22:47

Anger sizzles
ajar three fingers
a winter gasp
disentegrates
whispered in
from night gape
drawn pulled
eager

The plump morose
mouth drawn in
its hiss
while fingers grate
and gather round
the fronds of hair
tucked tight at
the wrists

The orchestral beat
of music mad
steady on its wireless
throb
like a snarl gone beyond
the mad

in the glow show
from a thin bathroom
lamp
walked cross the hall
and thrown in the room
the witness
of the restless forms
peirced like hot stars
in a frozen glimpse
a sky spattered with
the dew of clouds

silent and staring
stilled starved
and sated

dreams
occupy
hunger

gorge
like trestles
between
hearts
the tradgic depths
like spine silk

...

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eightmenout

Thu, 2015-03-12 00:29

I feel her
The slick silk
Soothing my angry touch
As I go blind
Holding my heart tight to the bass beat
Put my dreams on snooze
As I lose myself in her fading touch

Hunger becomes a luxury
As I seek the wanton breath
In a million breaths of time
Each exhale dialing a different inhale
While she sails an open sea

I partake
Out of necessity
To chase the pangs
Deep in my gut
As the smoke curls from my mouth
Shouting for her

I will find her
I must find her
If only to find me

Scott

Esker

Fri, 2015-03-13 01:31

Esker's picture

because in the depths or surface of my head
I never put time to it
it was always a refraction of light

Fiction is a wonderful creation
heros Heroinnes
after the great books
the pulp fictions
and science fictions
of late night television
a settling of the anti hero
Male/female
the trickster

they had loves..
or love

have..

positioning.
equality
domineering
submissisve
complete control

closest I have is dreams
and closest to that atmosphere
is the gaming games
Rock Star and some others

Dusk or mornings exhaustion

love....care...warmth..compassion
I had all of these
always felt..feel there is something out
there...

I have met very interesting people
just a knack I have
If one becomse lovers the sharing of
intelligence gets lost in the translation
the waderlust replaced with the grounding

missing everything

it is a collection
experience
the inter times
of intimacy

an intensity

I knew many who were just
into sex...but they were never
happy
are

many who made money
god they worked hard
are very powerful and respected
I wonder about them
not becauase of my envy of
what they have

I thought that what they are
looking for should be easy

I like brilliance
I like clever
I like darkness
and haunted
cursed treasure

so to want that
is an obsession
and to find that
that wants to be
obsessed
for

thats love

..

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