|suicide by kite.
leisurely chasing north, our howling clown
whitefaced fated trips over his feet
into the honest black, or else (as god would rather i say,)
the night sky. now, further,
the night is humid.
the streets are quiet, warm, wet. and as we lie down,
it is raining fresh cunt,
which upon arrival,
having penetrated ozone,
descend slowly (our eyes adjust accordingly
to the new red
crawling lightly against our fresh virgin white,embracing our separate nudities or else simply,
for the love of god. it smells funny.)
falling gently, we. now, is it
profound enough for you,
that i sit unmoving with my mouth
and the bridge of my nose
to the wet sky?
would you rather
my mouth open, humid,
trembling a sigh
into your own,
waiting together for dripping red cunt. and clown. ?
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28 Feb 06
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Get rid of the redundant first line and footnote and I might be more inclined to read more thoroughly. As things stand you are annoying me intensely.
'redundant'... they are very much needed, indeed.
I AM SCARED OF CLOWNS
I AM SCARED OF CUNTS
I AM SCARED OF VIRGINS
THIS IS A SCARY POEM
THAT SCARES ME
SO I LIKE IT
- i like you--this is very puzzling>but am biased 'cause i like you--so i have to spend sometime thinking about this. I'm used to you being emotive.
this poem disturbed me. my eyes are now tainted. nicely done.
i'd ratha you ad a goat
i mnt: goatee
and a massive gold tooth like they used to do in the soveits unions
I know this is scary and disturbing and smells funny, but there is lots of trust...
i have to go again.. but am not done sorry...
You are your own worst enemy. I did not like the poem.
Hmm, I wonder who you are?
I love the title. I may steal it sometime and write my own poem.
This poem is filled with sin. Repent poet. Repent! 5/10
can't remember ever reading this before but for som reason i gave it a 9...and i think i'll stick with that...
yeah, i like it. and for some reason line 4 is really quite cool, forcing me into your space.
but what's with the "poem:" bit?
You'd have to be here to get it.
why is this so painfully awesome that I want to marry you? Freaky hot my friend
HAHA!!!! Looks like you've got some humor too!
I want this poem.
lol, terribly unprofessional.
I can't write like this anymore.
No! I like my comments!
Aw come on! Don't delete the comments before I can see them!
Well you're in luck because I've been looking for one. I just need your name, birthdate and SSN. (If you don't want to give them willingly I could always do it the hard, time consuming way.)
i didn't like the ending.. but the rest of it was great.
There's really nothing I don't like about this poem and I doubt that I'll get tired of reading it for a while. There's no alteration I would suggest.
I would be sad if you ever changed or took down this poem!
To me, this is a great and representative example of what the contemporary style is capable of (and I usually don't like this style at all).
I even want to say more when there is nothing else to say.
Please never stop writing.
it says OK last visited in '09.
what i read of hers i read with the distinct pleasure of hearing my own voice wanting to speak through hers. its nice "contemporary", i guess, but its also honesty- or perhaps just less eloquent than the usual poetic dinner scene or fast-food binge session.