Geometrical Lives

My life led beside your geometry
of soft circles and bushy triangles.
Straight line arms ricocheting off
spherical mounds of your shoulders,
reaching out for the bare and gaunt
of my torso in passionate violent swirls.
And I begin my assault on the cleft of
your chin, inches away from a moment
of bare skin and hungry lips, orbiting in
space beyond their reach. 

Cuckold

I heard about an affair
last month. Yours with his
tangled up like
noodles in an upmarket
joint. Forgive me
for asking
but
are you fond of meatballs
as well?

Pardon my manners
for i am curious
about
the anal.o(r)gies
he sought.
Or daydreamed
considering
his noodle.

Broken Bits

Parts of you flounder but I've left
You nothing but visuals
Dream like hallucinations
Neither drug induced nor amorous
Only summoned by my memories.

Parts of me flounder too but not
For you.

Corals of white stretched in bigotry
Against the great white sharks of time
Indignant that the universe values them little.

I valued you more than my time, recklessly so.
Smoked second hand smoke
Sucked on breasts, conically and laterally
All the while thinking of you.

The time has come for you, customarily
So to be penetrated soon
By a penis
Reassuringly not mine.
 

Bits of Bitterness

There is a storm brewing outside
Much like coffee in my morning cup
I can smell wet earth when I write
Small letters and little fucks.

The world has opened up to me
A girl well groomed
Shadows have found meaning
And everyone else fooled.
 

Names, Spoken Aloud.

When you turn sixty, a year away
From sixty one. Say my name aloud.

Say my name with all the years of
Love, rolled up, tightly in a ball of
Burnt ash.

Say my name with rage and want
Mixed together.

And gushing like blood in purple
Lid veins, my memory will arrive.
Twenty one was your age when
I deserted you. Or twenty two.

Clench those wrinkled two fists
Scarred by abandonment and age.
And ask yourself.

Your memory will not serve you
And you will sob in silence.
Your bleeding heart will whisper
Forty years I have loved you
Another forty I will.

When you turned twenty two
I said your name aloud.

Hollow's End

Almost a lie, that love of ours,
Deprecating mass of emotion.
Who would've thought, who
Would've decreed, love sets
Your ruin in motion.

I remember your toes, curled
Up like whiskers down there.
Furious seeing them naked.

I am vacant with your love, it
Tears me up, carves me hollow.
The disease you gave me
Farewell present, omnipresent.
Don't follow me to my end.

Bile at the corner of my mouth,
Foaming, moaning, dying to be
Free.

Will replace my heart in x days
The last one belonged to you, why
Shed a lonely tear, your sentiments
Callous few.

Snippet v1.3

I wanted to call you tonight
My head's woozy and my body cold
I wanted to love your toes tonight
But that's not what the doctor told.

The Suffering Of The Sea

The night has set upon dawn
And the dawn has lost its very meaning.
Darkness has and will envelop
All the doors that lead to me.
It is here, only within myself,
That I want to confess my love for life.
A life waiting to slip away, in forgotten
Corridors of time.

I was born in a happy house
With happy people around me.
They are still here
But I have started to fade away.

I thank you, my parents, I thank
My friends. I thank the very God
That gave me life, and now
Tired by my shenanigans, conspires
To take it away.

I will miss the walls of my home,
Childhood, my brother the most.
I have lived as long as I could, I have
Lived more than my time.

Bury me in the Sea.

A Dedication

An (in) verse transgression

Some lost labor of love.

There were few before you

And some above.

My love's a cliche,

You were such a bore;

I am glad it's over

Before we became a family of four.

Our hearts are broken

My hand's sore

I was always fond of sex

But turning you on was such a chore.

Perhaps I shouldn't be funny

For heartbreak's such a bitch.

 But now that I really think about it

You were just an itch.

I have already found someone

And I easily turn her on

She's witty and charming

We even watch porn.

This is a sub standard poem

Meaningful phrases are few

But it doesn't seem odd

For it's dedicated to you!

Hospital Days

My body loves hospital beds,
Loves the white of sheets
A painful row of injured heads
Some ugly swollen feet.

The nurses have seen me naked
The Doctors smile a lot
Bless the water, for its sacred
And I lie on a sterilized cot.

My heart refuses to cooperate
And I throw my medicines away
A senior doctor wants to operate
Waking up means vomit and sway.

People visit and bring me gifts
My parents tell them all lies
The world inside me slowly shifts
As parts of me begin to die.

My last wish is to see a mime
I was always denied sanctuary
Tried my best to make it rhyme
This is my funniest obituary.