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There was blood in her chambers,
She was spilling love from a hole in her heart.
Derelict angels with broken harps,
We couldn’t even play the blues.
We stumble the streets top-heavy
With rusted halos straining our necks;
Pockets full of shrooms picked dripping
Wet from insect sweat
And swamp water filling our shoes.
We watched the black Rorschach clouds
Hanging in the metal pre-dawn sky
Sharing the personal insanities we saw.
Boney, underfed cherubs selling our food stamps
For more, “no-time.”
Where blue seconds would not smother us
Like children murdered in their blankets
As they dreamed of growing old.
And a glistening spider web was fastened
From my heart to her libido,
To be resolved on our psychiatric bed.
Where our tangled flesh and bone
Would glide and grind.
I kissed the muscles of her mouth;
Sensitive flesh tickled tentacles of the mind.
A hateful passion beaded opiates from our pores
In salty drops of sex.
My eyes were bending, stretching, and hammering
Through a fog more dense and slow than swamp dreams.
Scraping away smolder by the handful.
Scooping armloads with invisible hands.
This is forever,
This place of shy creatures.
I like to think that it was only a dream
And that this is only a poem.

Dedicated to Scarlet,
Wherever you are.

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The following comments are for "Only a Poem"

Only a Poem?
Sure. You're fooling nobody. intoxicating array of images in this and a beautiful longing echoes throughout. This is mighty fine stuff. gorgeous.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 10, 2006 )

This poem left me speechless.

( Posted by: follylolly [Member] On: November 10, 2006 )

dedicated to scarlett
johansson perhaps? yes! i believe you've written an erotic poem for scarlett johansson! the mystery has been solved!

and, oh yea, great poem, too!


( Posted by: johnjohndoe [Member] On: November 10, 2006 )

Of Course, johnjohndoe
Since Scarlett Johansson and I used to be junky lovers together in New Orleans, before I went into rehab, of course it's about Scarlett Johansson. Or hey, maybe it's about Scarlett O'Hara and how we used to cook our dope in a collosal spoon over the burning plantation home.

( Posted by: BAAL [Member] On: November 10, 2006 )

This sounds like a sensitve topic for you, BAAL

( Posted by: thenightcalls [Member] On: November 11, 2006 )

Damn, Baal, this is really really good. If I could write poems like this for the women in my life, I'd be fighting them off with a stick. Actually, maybe that's not what I'd want . . .

"We watched the black Rorschach clouds
Hanging in the metal pre-dawn sky".

Fantastic, that.

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: November 11, 2006 )

Desolation Angels
Terrific poem. My favorite lines:

"And a glistening spiderweb was fastened
from my heart to her libido,"

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: November 13, 2006 )

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