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stingers and itching

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
masochistic delite
the honey bee's bite
the swollen redness
and pleasurable itchiness

think i'll take a barefoot walk in the clover
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    :D
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    oh I got stung once
    friggin hurt, too

    you know what I put on it?


    lol
  • suedesuede Posts: 247
    a troll?
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    the pain gives way to pleasure,
    like swineburne's love and measure,
    dear delores had her way,
    her thorned crown was the play,
    his downfall was his confession,
    beauty's cries his obsession...

    and love evaded his grasp,
    his tremble and his lapse
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Thank you olderman. True poetry. The reason why people come here.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    first of all, suede... a snicker for you, i'm glad i'm not drinking milk
    Originally posted by olderman
    the pain gives way to pleasure,
    like swineburne's love and measure,
    dear delores had her way,
    her thorned crown was the play,
    his downfall was his confession,
    beauty's cries his obsession...

    and love evaded his grasp,
    his tremble and his lapse


    confessions make for easy downfall
    hold 'em tight, or watch them grow tall
    watch 'em fall in deep twilight
    to chapters past and pasts in flight
    from this day forward
    mind you me
    that I shall e'er respect the bee

    t'was bees that found my cheek last summer
    and people asked, had I grown thinner
    for all the swollen, leaden mass
    about my eyes, about my past

    tie down tight to wooden masts
    the boat's evaded the slip's grasp






    bravo, olderman... bravo
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