Thursday in the cold streets

GouletGoulet Posts: 918
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
We can drink coffee in the morning
and smoke cigarettes
until the sun creeps up over the tree tops,
and the good-warm feeling inside
wells up and fills us with better thoughts,
and better dreams,
and more dreams,
then when we slept,
and in the crisp air,
still stale from the night
and the moonlight,
nothing seems to move,
and you're still,
and your lips are still
and moist and beautiful,
and you can only stare out into the backyard,
and slowly blow your coffee,
and drag your cigarette
across your mouth,
and what could you be thinking of,
what could you be wanting
out of the morning;
to take all its beauty,
to take all its lust
or take in all the cool-stale air,
or find how sexy the morning is
and take that too,
and you want the morning to be naked,
like you,
and you want the morning to be satisfied
and hungry and loved
and hated,
and you hope the morning doesn't get too old,
too fast,
and you want it in your thin-lovers hands,
and you’ll take the morning as it is,
and take it all inside of you,
and groan in pain and agony
and beautiful-tender pleasure
until the morning is through with you,
and turns over and forgets you
and your beautiful body;
your soft-touch hips and neck,
and the morning forgets,
and you forget too.
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  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    the morning may forget, but i can't imagine forgetting a morning like that.

    another shimmering beauty of a moment brought to us by goulet. thank you.
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    i had a cup of coffee this morning, i think it helped...
  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    you know it would be insincere if i were to say that i haven't enjoyed all of the things you've shared with us - happy, wistful, longing, sad or otherwise.

    i'd never be able to pick a favorite but i can't tell you how many times i've read and re-read this one today. :)
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    Originally posted by coleen
    you know it would be insincere if i were to say that i haven't enjoyed all of the things you've shared with us - happy, wistful, longing, sad or otherwise.

    i'd never be able to pick a favorite but i can't tell you how many times i've read and re-read this one today. :)

    you really make it feel like i've done something that matters or something worthwhile...thanks
  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    you are too kind to a silly girl who gets all moon-eyed over the lovely words she finds here everyday.

    writing matters, communicating matters and all of you that put yourselves out there and remind us to look at the wonder in the most quiet of moments are waging a worthwhile battle.

    don't ever let us forget.
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    how can i forget
    when
    you
    are
    there behind my eyes,
    the smile on your face rising inside my mouth
    and onto my lips as if
    you have tranferred your habits,
    your dna onto mine.

    i woke to a picture of you
    me, warm on my belly
    pushing my button
    afraid to think of you, your lips
    you fingers, your hands
    in me
    knowing i could never finish
    the walk to God on my own
    trying to put it away, but no
    oceans of love below swirl above
    me with silver wings

    there is always you.
    there is nothing but you.
    all is love now you are inside me
    please dont forget
    how much the smell of you will
    make it
    REAL.
    "Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever. Noam Chomsky





  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    gita - one more brilliant post from one of my favorite rockstars ;)
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    thanks coleen.

    geez, i guess it time to stop dragging my own heart around and get myself some plastic toys to get through the drought and cold season.

    Goulet, YOU are very smooth and strong. Makes me want to smoke a cigarette with you my dear, even though i quit. lets get eeevveeill.

    Do you have plans for your dreams tonight?
    "Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever. Noam Chomsky





  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    rubbing hands on face



















    hands go through hair, tension and frustration tingling from fingertips





















    shift in chair























    shift again




















    aww. love love me do. you know i love you.























    i cant wait to dance close to you



















    hips close oh whoa love me do?
























    shifting in chair again...




















    aw fuck. get in the car and go downtown, that will cool me off.
    "Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever. Noam Chomsky





  • Wohhh Goulet, that's brilliant.

    Col's you were right :)
    Abikins70
    xxx

    "I have not failed, I've just found 10,000 ways that don't work"
  • weedweed Posts: 475
    I think I need a smoke right now!

    :)
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    Originally posted by BhagavadGita
    Makes me want to smoke a cigarette with you my dear, even though i quit. lets get eeevveeill.

    Do you have plans for your dreams tonight?

    i'll let you be in my dreams,
    if i can be in yours.
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    i think i'm happier now
    or at least falling into something
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by Goulet
    i think i'm happier now
    or at least falling into something

    memory lane huh goulet? nothing better than being able to pull up old threads to fill us up
    again.

    you are falling into something?
    or someone?
    "Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever. Noam Chomsky





  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    Originally posted by BhagavadGita
    you are falling into something?
    or someone?

    maybe both
    but it's always hard to tell with me
    i keep everyone at an arms-length radius away from me
  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    the arm's length rule is very common. only in my case i try to keep within that length, so they are ready to have and to hold.

    i need physical.

    happy is the day, blissful is the night.
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    but i'm dead inside
    so even if people try to snuggle up
    i tense up and get sweaty and nervous
  • FelicityFelicity Posts: 339
    Originally posted by Goulet
    but i'm dead inside
    so even if people try to snuggle up
    i tense up and get sweaty and nervous

    it's okay, i understand this more than you could ever know.

    or maybe you do.

    it's a hard thing to love someone who is detached, but it's possible. it takes a very special person to accept it.

    take your space when you need it, those who love you, and will love you, must do so unconditionally.
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by Goulet
    i'll let you be in my dreams,
    if i can be in yours.

    i dreamt your arms weren't so long
    and i crawled inside to fix the things
    in your head
    that made you sweaty and nervous
    and it worked
    cause you didn't even notice i was holding you close right now.
    "Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever. Noam Chomsky





  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    Originally posted by BhagavadGita
    i dreamt your arms weren't so long
    and i crawled inside to fix the things
    in your head
    that made you sweaty and nervous
    and it worked
    cause you didn't even notice i was holding you close right now.

    i can feel you in my head
    you look like a Mermaid
    with braclets on your wrists
    and flowers in your hair
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    *this all feels so familiar to me, i was looking for a song abou the girl with the flowers in her hair (older song) but could not find it. When i searched this came up and i remember someone on this board used the title in? im not sure what im talking about today im in touch with my anger today....but trying to keep it velvety in here for you Goulet.
    somthin CAPT. Beefheart-

    when she wears her bolero then she begins to dance
    all the pachucos start witholding hands
    when she drives her chevy sissies don't dare to glance
    yellow jackets and red debbils buzzing around her hair hive ho
    she wears her past like a present
    takes her fancy in the past
    her sedan skims along the floorboard
    her two pipes pied humming carbon cum
    got her wheel out of a b-29 bomber brodey knob amber
    spanish fringe and talcum tassels forever amber
    she looks like an old squaw indian
    she's ninety-nine she won't go down
    avocado green and alfalfa yellow adorn her to the ground
    tattoos and tarnished utensils a snow white bag full of tunes
    drives a cartune around bromo-seltzer blue umbrella
    keeps her up off the ground
    round red sombreros rap her high tap horsy shoes
    when she unfolds her umbrella pachuco got the blues
    her loving makes me so happy
    if i smile i would crack my chin
    her eyes are so peaceful thinks it's heaven she been
    her skin is as smooth as the daisies
    in the center where the sun shines in
    smiles as sweet as honey
    her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in
    when she walks flowers surround her
    let their nectar come into the air around her
    she loves her love sticks out like stars

    her loving sticks out like stars
    "Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever. Noam Chomsky





  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    i was thinking of this song
    because, well, i always think of this song....

    'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
    When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
    I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
    I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
    In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
    Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
    Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
    Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
    Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
    With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
    She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."


    Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
    I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
    Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
    But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
    And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
    And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
    Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
    I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
    I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

    Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
    Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
    If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
    "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    :)
    It's all yellow.


  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    there you are
  • and this... this coffee smoke morning thing is very nice to read :)

    thank you
    ~all is full of love~
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    its Bob Dylan

    yippee
  • GouletGoulet Posts: 918
    this one's about thinking about falling in love and wishing you were falling in love.
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