Amanita Mary
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2006
- Messages
- 207
What (About The Ladies) ?
I feel like i am finally utilizing words in the way i feel and think them. this, to me, is a breakthrough i'd like to share.
WHAT
Is the matter
With you
Sleepless girls
In cities
Dreaming
Of junkies
Rolling and
Rolling
And rolling
30 minute circles
On mattresses
And bedspread shackles
Joints
Ecstasy
Health Stones
Fat waitresses
Battle for bucks
And your eggs
Look like they
shouldn't make it
To your mouth
-like-
His cock
Last untainted
Fucked your Face
Breakfast Recovery. GO
Over-medium's
Lookin' like hard
And the lard
On the lady
Clad in apron
Is bruising retinas
As the food
Runs to gums
greasy
Mamas bleeding ones
And crying
Soggy child
Slumps
Over applesauce
STOP
Wait
(...run)
"He was scum"
Mama knows
That's why she's dressed up
and all alone
Slouching baby's bow
Fork scrapes,
Orange Juice
No pulp
Large purses
Ugly leather
Sulk
Chair-side
Hairspray
Clumped lashes
Blue-eyed gift
From who i won't know
Mascara,
Shadow,
Barely meets rent.
hmm
...Shadows...
On walls
That used to move
While lying
-------------------> ^High^
With you
WHAT-----do you care
But
Continue to stare
upon
?
To wonder
And dream
Of lover's long gone
Like ladies
With babies
in cafes
~blue eyeshade~
Matching waitresses
As runny
Plates
Of
Eggs
Glide away
She's waiting
for tonight
her favorite
Truck driver
Stops in
At nine
Asking for liver
Or a sandwich
Or milk from the carton
With ice
And the lady's
Panties
Stay hidden
With her Pearls -
and thighs
And lace around the sides
Her nights spent Like Mine
A toss off
Between me
And the sweat
And the silence
And the sheets
And the dreams
Of scents
Of ~indigo~ boys
Worth waiting for
-Again-
AND
of those
Deep blue
Scarring boys
Who took you
To plush drug land
Raping blushes with
~pieces~
still in their
Hands
-as toys-
She's up
And hushing
Cries
From the child
Whose eyes
Are him
Wrapped in robe-Red
grim With dangling
Tassels
For hope
(it is) for the weak
Doesn't she know
He'll always be there
To speak kind hushes
In midnight battles
Of logic and longing
?
They'll always
hang in the
gaping caves
of your mistakes
Rummaging in wait
as comouflaged
trash
in your hair
stashed in back
as potential dispair
for the Day-time
tasks
To rush the sun
and crash
as Kristelnacht
--------(You lie)
fragile glass memory---
Coughing fit
Infused habit
cheap checks
and an
even tinier
-tip
House shoes...
cigarettes
joggers outside
sidewalk windows
(Rule-breakers)
flow.... unnoticed
Diseased poets
order omelettes
and request them
--Scrambled--
?
Lingering
yellow-toothed
ash tray
plays smelly
circling games about
scratched tables
among the filling
belllies and
rambled gay Fables
Chef's sweat
over
Peppered Steak
and it's only
Eig8ht o' clock
-(you know)
Down at
GOLDIE'S & Don's
24 Hr
little busy
Cozy Country
Kitchen Diner.
And so the tickets
tack on
flapping Metal reel
Meal Requests
Demand
is in
Supply
and so is the #5
with biscuits
and gravy
"fruit's for pansies.
like that chick and
her kid
this ain't no place for babies"
it's now 9 o'clock
and the truck Drivers
commentary
is 12 hours early
our fellow
Curly Red
waitress
must've heard wrong.
Flying Flooded
and eager
She scuttles to
Delliver fear
and liver to
the table in the corner.
This place traps
SaDNeSs
like a graveyard
-crackers-noodles-chicken broth-
-garters-pearls-see-though bras-
Some women wear lace
for ghosts
men who walk their heads long gone
others for whom
they don't know
but flaunt and gaze
and continue
to dream upon.
I feel like i am finally utilizing words in the way i feel and think them. this, to me, is a breakthrough i'd like to share.
WHAT
Is the matter
With you
Sleepless girls
In cities
Dreaming
Of junkies
Rolling and
Rolling
And rolling
30 minute circles
On mattresses
And bedspread shackles
Joints
Ecstasy
Health Stones
Fat waitresses
Battle for bucks
And your eggs
Look like they
shouldn't make it
To your mouth
-like-
His cock
Last untainted
Fucked your Face
Breakfast Recovery. GO
Over-medium's
Lookin' like hard
And the lard
On the lady
Clad in apron
Is bruising retinas
As the food
Runs to gums
greasy
Mamas bleeding ones
And crying
Soggy child
Slumps
Over applesauce
STOP
Wait
(...run)
"He was scum"
Mama knows
That's why she's dressed up
and all alone
Slouching baby's bow
Fork scrapes,
Orange Juice
No pulp
Large purses
Ugly leather
Sulk
Chair-side
Hairspray
Clumped lashes
Blue-eyed gift
From who i won't know
Mascara,
Shadow,
Barely meets rent.
hmm
...Shadows...
On walls
That used to move
While lying
-------------------> ^High^
With you
WHAT-----do you care
But
Continue to stare
upon
?
To wonder
And dream
Of lover's long gone
Like ladies
With babies
in cafes
~blue eyeshade~
Matching waitresses
As runny
Plates
Of
Eggs
Glide away
She's waiting
for tonight
her favorite
Truck driver
Stops in
At nine
Asking for liver
Or a sandwich
Or milk from the carton
With ice
And the lady's
Panties
Stay hidden
With her Pearls -
and thighs
And lace around the sides
Her nights spent Like Mine
A toss off
Between me
And the sweat
And the silence
And the sheets
And the dreams
Of scents
Of ~indigo~ boys
Worth waiting for
-Again-
AND
of those
Deep blue
Scarring boys
Who took you
To plush drug land
Raping blushes with
~pieces~
still in their
Hands
-as toys-
She's up
And hushing
Cries
From the child
Whose eyes
Are him
Wrapped in robe-Red
grim With dangling
Tassels
For hope
(it is) for the weak
Doesn't she know
He'll always be there
To speak kind hushes
In midnight battles
Of logic and longing
?
They'll always
hang in the
gaping caves
of your mistakes
Rummaging in wait
as comouflaged
trash
in your hair
stashed in back
as potential dispair
for the Day-time
tasks
To rush the sun
and crash
as Kristelnacht
--------(You lie)
fragile glass memory---
Coughing fit
Infused habit
cheap checks
and an
even tinier
-tip
House shoes...
cigarettes
joggers outside
sidewalk windows
(Rule-breakers)
flow.... unnoticed
Diseased poets
order omelettes
and request them
--Scrambled--
?
Lingering
yellow-toothed
ash tray
plays smelly
circling games about
scratched tables
among the filling
belllies and
rambled gay Fables
Chef's sweat
over
Peppered Steak
and it's only
Eig8ht o' clock
-(you know)
Down at
GOLDIE'S & Don's
24 Hr
little busy
Cozy Country
Kitchen Diner.
And so the tickets
tack on
flapping Metal reel
Meal Requests
Demand
is in
Supply
and so is the #5
with biscuits
and gravy
"fruit's for pansies.
like that chick and
her kid
this ain't no place for babies"
it's now 9 o'clock
and the truck Drivers
commentary
is 12 hours early
our fellow
Curly Red
waitress
must've heard wrong.
Flying Flooded
and eager
She scuttles to
Delliver fear
and liver to
the table in the corner.
This place traps
SaDNeSs
like a graveyard
-crackers-noodles-chicken broth-
-garters-pearls-see-though bras-
Some women wear lace
for ghosts
men who walk their heads long gone
others for whom
they don't know
but flaunt and gaze
and continue
to dream upon.
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