I Wish I Could See in Ultraviolet
She has whimsical hair That whispers off the wind A bruised brunette In a mauve crewneck I met her by the brook In the nightshade of brunfelsia flowers Catching her scent in the crevices of held hands Like the petals that showered around us And danced Scratching backs We flaked away at fragile facades To beautiful truths To beautiful flaws To useless facts that help relax And...
I Thought I Saw the Universe
Curled up in the corner of my room was the universe but to be sure is too soon. It fit tessellated on the spindles of fractals spinning in dizzily gripped in a lasso. It kept rushing forward but couldn’t let the past go. Concrete setting, constantly the path grows down through the black groves like needles on a black groove stamped on the landscape of time-lapse tunes. I’m plucking at the...
There, where I stood I thought I knew not to stare but she looked too good and I was too drunk to care. She filled up the air with peaches and pears glowing with the light of fireflies in her hair. She whispered to me wild-eyed, “We could be those dirty dreams.” then leaning in, I replied, “I’ll show you scenes you’ve never seen.” -WildFievel
Here’s my poem with dumpster rape in it Enjoy!
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For My Poetry Class
Sometimes I feel I’m about to die. Time stands still in a statue’s spine wrapping vines around my mind but yours’ have come to rescue mine. I was heavy handed, found in flies when you opened up my owl eyes to boundless skies drowned in light from fevered fire sounding sight. My pupils burning brown to bright, my lips learning to outgrow lies, tongue curling corkscrew climbs to...