My first poems on here.
Labia Boat
It sails of the red sea.
The Labia Boat.
With no captain to man it’s wheel.
It drifts aimlessly...
Man that helm! MAN IT!
Sail it into the frothy waves.
Into the maelstrom of ecstasy.
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Battle of Mustache Hill
Laugh into your jelly.
You fat hunk.
Give me that plate of lies.
I choke them down and pray a curse to your mother.
Stand with one foot planted like Napoleon.
You think you’ve won this land. TAMPON
The continent of Taylorcrotch
You plant your flag and claim this land for Spain.
I claim it for myself, and all those whom I choose to share it.
Eat off the land.
Primate me!
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A Thousand pieces of my Heart.
A thousand pieces of my heart.
Scattered across the floor.
You yelled at me.
Shook your finger in my face.
Backhanded the candy bowl.
“Pick up this S***!” You scream.
Where is the broom?
“You don’t need a broom!!! Use your fingers!!!”
A maneuver reserved only for my self pleasure is now forced into servitude.
The pieces of my heart are sharp.
The prick my fingers the way you prick my womb.
Either way, I will bleed.
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Frosting Boy
Under his bed, we hid.
Showing each other things that we promised to keep secrets.
He tells me: No you can’t touch it! You’ve broken yours off already!
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Love is a Fist
Skin milkwhite
Blood rosered
Knuckles beatblack
Eyes orchidviolet
Love is a fist.
Kisses garlicgross
Boxers skidmarked
Belt bucklecrooked
Face beardcrumbs
Love is a fist.
Promise rings
and Toilet Duck
Kisses and elbows
I broke my teeth on a dream
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Shaun 3:16
Ye who loveth don’t spare the rod
For the rod is for pleasure and for pain
His rod of wood can break my bones
His rod of flesh can heal my wounds
One rod makes splinters
The other makes milk
He calls me baby
All babies drink milk.
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Um, wow. You had me hooked
Um, wow. You had me hooked with "Man that helm! MAN IT!" These poems are like hard driving rock n roll. You either love it or hate it. I love it.
- Mr. Moribund
Some few in that, but Numbers err in this,
Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes amiss;
A Fool might once himself alone expose,
Now One in Verse makes many more in Prose.
-- Alexander Pope
I'm so glad you like it. I
I'm so glad you like it. I know my style is abrasive to many, but I write the words others are afraid to.
Frosting Boy
Couldn't help but laugh at loud at this one...I have two older brothers and as a baby I was dubbed "the broke baby." Thanks for the laugh. Great job with the other poems posted here as well.