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DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited July 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I can hear them fighting.
The Mexican and the white
woman who live across the
alleyway. He told me yesterday,
that they will soon divorce.
He told me today, that when I
am ready to blow off some steam,
or ready to have a good time,
that he'd be happy to be that man.
That he'd clean up for me.
And I wonder...
What is it that makes people cling to air and risk
awkward moments and offense for an orgasm?
What is it with people, bridges, and gasoline?
Where's the match?
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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    People, bridges, gasoline.
    Molatov love. Dead dreams.
    Guilt, assasinations, lonliness.
    Guns, gods and perfect bliss.

    Draw the web over these smile lines, this one last time.
    March the stormy beach at night, make me Thine
  • cartoonnightmarecartoonnightmare Posts: 52
    PastaNazi wrote:
    I can hear them fighting.
    The Mexican and the white
    woman who live across the
    alleyway. He told me yesterday,
    that they will soon divorce.
    He told me today, that when I
    am ready to blow off some steam,
    or ready to have a good time,
    that he'd be happy to be that man.
    That he'd clean up for me.
    And I wonder...
    What is it that makes people cling to air and risk
    awkward moments and offense for an orgasm?
    What is it with people, bridges, and gasoline?
    Where's the match?


    good one there
  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    people amaze me every single day.
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    thanks, night :)


    and holy smokes, violet! what's amazing is that we ever get our jaws off the ground... always hanging open, like... wtF??

    yeeshe!
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    set, surveying
    block and block
    a light gray roof top

    slight sunset breezes brush
    shoulders, cheeks. pink and orange.
    sets, also.

    it's good.

    a head, ass-extracted

    it's good.
  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    PastaNazi wrote:
    set, surveying
    block and block
    a light gray roof top

    slight sunset breezes brush
    shoulders, cheeks. pink and orange.
    sets, also.

    it's good.

    a head, ass-extracted

    it's good.


    i know someone who needs a good head from ass-extraction.
    explain how you did this again?
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    it's gonna sound rEally hokey?

    but...


    (oh this is embarassing...)


    i just opened up my hands and let go
    faith that the big guy loves me, regardless
    stuff like that



    it's really nice up on the roof, too
    that helps :)
  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    PastaNazi wrote:
    it's gonna sound rEally hokey?

    but...


    (oh this is embarassing...)


    i just opened up my hands and let go
    faith that the big guy loves me, regardless
    stuff like that



    it's really nice up on the roof, too
    that helps :)

    ok...that's not hokey. sounds good.

    i just know me and my mindframe right now...
    if i get on the roof, i just might jump.
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    lol


    well, i definitely decided against camping alone with the x's gun


    :D

    (go me)
  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    PastaNazi wrote:
    lol


    well, i definitely decided against camping alone with the x's gun


    :D

    (go me)

    we
    we share that brain sometimes still
    huh
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    swear to god, vi

    you sure you ain't adopted and your name wasn't originally Roberta?
  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    PastaNazi wrote:
    swear to god, vi

    you sure you ain't adopted and your name wasn't originally Roberta?

    i found out not that long ago it was *supposed* to be lucinda.
    but who knows!

    i always swore i was adopted ('cept for the fact that i look like my daddy)
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i think you're a little bit too young to be my long lost sister, anyway...

    still




    :D:D:D:D:D
  • violet rayviolet ray Posts: 502
    PastaNazi wrote:
    i think you're a little bit too young to be my long lost sister, anyway...

    still




    :D:D:D:D:D


    still...maybe in another life, never know :)
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    PastaNazi wrote:
    I can hear them fighting.
    The Mexican and the white
    woman who live across the
    alleyway. He told me yesterday,
    that they will soon divorce.
    He told me today, that when I
    am ready to blow off some steam,
    or ready to have a good time,
    that he'd be happy to be that man.
    That he'd clean up for me.
    And I wonder...
    What is it that makes people cling to air and risk
    awkward moments and offense for an orgasm?
    What is it with people, bridges, and gasoline?
    Where's the match?

    Rachel has a way with words so clear and so poetic. Thanks! :)

    PS don't light that match around gasoline! ;)
    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
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    olderman wrote:
    Rachel has a way with words so clear and so poetic. Thanks! :)

    PS don't light that match around gasoline! ;)


    oh gosh, i almost missed your comments!
    thank you kindly, sir

    this neighbor of mine had a nervous breakdown the night after this happened, and he spent all day sunday on the roof fixing my swamp cooler (desert equivalent of an air conditioner)... no one's exactly sure why he's out of the psyche ward... but we ain't asking no questions, neither!

    he still wants some
    but has found (again) the socks he usually stuffs in his mouth about it.


    yeeshe...
    to be a woman!

    and, dear heaven's bless all the divorcing people in the world... we are most assuredly the most needy of it. nuts. the lot of us. :D
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