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Its a hot humid summer the air is thick and sweaty. I walk in slow motion towards the pawnshop counting the empty baggies that lay underfoot. Its one of those days.

Past the old man with his cart selling flavored ice...
Past the boarded-up storefronts...
Past JJ Fish, the smell of catfish almost making me puke...
Past the kids who should be in school but instead are shooting dice...
Past the police officer frisking a fellow junky...
Past the guy missing his teeth and who begs for a dollar...
Past the graffited walls...
Past the Hindu market, where a 17 yr old girl rushs in with a bag full of stolen razors...
Past the Pace bus stop where a pregant teenager has her hands full with her other 3 kids...
Past the cracked out whore, whos hair looks like brittle straw...
Past the family sitting on there front porch trying to beat the heat...
Past, Past, Past...

This should be my past...
but I am plagued with vivid memories that for some strange reason I seem to love. Pathetic I be. Why am I drawn to such a shitty part of town where the thieves, cheats, cops, pimps, prostitutes, ex-cons, murders and locals run wild like animals freshly escaped from the zoo? I cant answer that...

I also cant answer why I post my demented life in a forum thats filled with lovey dovey poems i'd like to spit on.

Gritty spit on your face.
no water
spit in the needle
you fucking bitch
oh my poetic nonsense

S - hot sex in back rows
P - p-p-p-ussy
I - insert it here
T- tits and ass

Aquaviolet would be what color. The color of your brain dipped in that new purple ketchup. Glide. Lick blue ketchup of waif-like girls. fuk um hard and fuk um fast.

She had a dream about me, a naked one at that
soon she will test the waters of my mind
one toe at first
than a fist
a tongue and lip
and quiver that thigh
just please dont die
when that hot shot gets you
blood clot
liquid lungs drainage puke
pilllls doctor pillls
DAMN IT NURSE FUCKING GIVE ME SUMTHIN
hospital sex
tie off with your IV drip
fuck that morphine
nuttin but shit
shoot me with a .25 loaded with (um hmm) China white #4

ok fuk this shit I am not a fan
opium den is where I am
chinese, why pleease
wheres my water

insect incest happens
the praying mantis is flying high tonight
green sky, swarms
indoor, retreat

Plastic tiles make up your face
digitized the locusts song
rhyming is for whiners
whiners complain
complainers get laid

under the stairwell under the stars
grab on tight
pull the panties
pack a bowl while im inside
multi-tasking this little sexpot

like it
love it
hate it
fuck you

(To be finsihed at a later time)
 
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I swear I swore before
dreamt a dream of you

(if thats what she wants to hear)

Suicide King
Ace of Spades
Cocaine
shaking
girls
pills
glass pipes
brillo
stool
recline
masterbate
she wants to watch
chance the CD
"When are you gonna get your shit together" sung by a shorthaired girl
yummmmmmmmm


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Kind of reminds me of Ulysses, by James Joyce, though that could be just the stream of consciousness style, combined with a somewhat dystopian set of imagery. Either way, I quite enjoyed reading this poem, packed with gritty, highly eroticised simile and metaphor, and I'd say that its definately unique to what I've read so far in this forum.

Good work. :)

-plaz out-
 
Yeah Im with plaz- i like the grittyness to it... the dirty way it is written... the topic you are discussing and the abstract wy in which you are talking about it.

This forum doesn't have to be full of "lovey dovey" poems...
 
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