of your cruel,
of your cruel,
Please help me to understand
Your reaction to what just went down
Was it too much to ask
Did you feel it too big a task
Your anger disproportionate
Your venom inappropriate
Perhaps it’s just me and
This was how things were meant to be
Please direct me for I am lost
Was this your price, your final cost
Forgive me then if I choose to decline
I’ll just do it myself next time
©Paris Poems 2015
She blew smoke rings
They were perfect little “O”s
Really I could use one of those
right about now
But I find myself in this crowd
and all alone
Wanna take me home?
On second thought no
He opened up his mouth
and a wolf came out
We can snarl and growl and we can shout
we can howl at the moon
knowing full well this night
will end too soon
I opened up my mouth
and a lion came out
We can roar and we can scratch and and we can
light this match
and see what happens next.
She blew perfect little “O”s
from perfect red lips
and hooked a finger in the rips
of my jeans and pulled
She opened up her mouth and a snake slid out
and we can hiss and bite and we can strike
when the poison’s right
We can light this match…
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Though one must wonder,
What is he waiting for?
He sees what he can never call his own.
He sees her held by another,
Who is not his brother,
She is not a he,
So where does that leave me?
This is an older one from 2009 I wrote about a girl I used to have a crush on who’s a lesbian. Man was I disappointed when I found out. lol
You deserve the dream
Lie yourself beside your beloved
Let this moment burrow itself
deep within your brain
And no other past hurts
seem to matter
Memories without the emotions
scars without the pain
There is only peace
Two damned souls drunk on wine
and serenity within the silence
Is this not what we’ve longed for
all our lives?
You are content
and exactly where you belong.
He was angry again
I’d forgotten something I was supposed to do
I told you seven times
You should have told me seventy-seven
I may have remembered then
And the dishes are still left in the sink from this morning
Well, I happen to find washing dishes rather boring
But you know what wouldn’t be such a bore?
Smashing them on the tiled floor
(or over your head)
The laundry has been sitting unfolded on the kitchen table for days
You don’t say?!?
I figured eventually your underwear would figure out how to put itself away
Is there anything you accomplished today?
I took a walk and watched the sun rise
I wrote a poem about how much you suck
and I imagined another man between my thighs
(this last part I said silently to myself)
I listened to my favorite Grant Lee Buffalo album twice
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The preacherman wanted to know about my
He wrote it down in his book
The big book of orgasms
He kept a straight face the entire time
kept his voice neutral
and nodded and wrote
I wondered at that book
all the dirty sinful orgasms it held
I wondered if he took that book home each night
and read it
while having his own private
What does this morning’s dawning want to bring to me?
I could wash the wood floors, or climb a tall tree;
I could force myself to get my lab work done, finally;
Or I could sit on the beach and get stoned, like I want to be.
How’s about the library?
I can read my favorite books endlessly;
Surprise Sensei Han when I show up for karate;
Or just sit on my ass at my desk and write poetry.
Perhaps I will lead, in high speed – at the racetrack, again;
Or maybe shit some overpriced ammo down the drain;
I could always go hiking and get lost in the rain;
I’m partial to the idea of a tattoo gun’s special pain.
Today might be the day I dive for abalone;
Or decide to set my family of society finches free;
I just never know what’s in store for me;
With a mind so confined by its A.D.H.D.