Skinny's thread

"I want you to sign your tomorrows over to me.
Every new day that breaks
I need to be reminded that we share it,
that yesterdays, todays and forever are one
and that I needn't panic."

wealthy expressions abound in your portfolio.

 

In the middle of the road, I knew what
no-one else knew. Froze,
tried to tear my soles from the tarmac as
understanding hit me. As well as the van.
Inconvenient time for inspiration, The End.
Tyremarks across my chest so deep that
intensive treatment failed. So now it's all
over bar the sobbing and rotting. And still
no-one knows.

 

I remember daylight
bouncing away from my eyes and down the lawn.
I remember children shrieking,
racing in the sprinkler and slamming my door.
I remember being swollen with pride,
blooms like tears on my whitewashed cheeks
when the children brought home their own.
I remember the crunch of gravel on the driveway at Christmas,
guests laughing, and warm light washing over the porch.

Now we're alone, you and I, just rocking.
Tap-tap of old oak on tired tiles in the breeze
disturbs the nap of this old, aching cottage.
The windows are squinting at moss-strangled grasses,
while ivy and memories block the overflow,
trace creases in plaster - careless, weather-worn.

 

Made me think of my Rhino poem! Heh. I loved "Inconvenient time for inspiration, The End." So abrupt and spiky. Tiremarks across the chest is also a really cool image. And the last sentences is perfectly tied with the first! Much enjoyed skinny, thanks

 

what a joy to read. loved the image of the children and christmas. a warm welcoming. these beautiful anniversarys of the old oak and the cottage celebrated with the seasonal gatherings.

 

Little S.... this is really really good.... "The End." indeed... fantastic!

 

You're quite a talented poet... and that being said, I loved this one as well. Shocking vivid imagery... I can see everything happened, and hear it, feel it. Such a good piece of work here. And...

what an amazing line! bravo! This one made me all

 

Thank you guys!

 

Do horses notice
flies
after the first rush of birth on damp skin?

Every 15 seconds, a minor irritant
flickers gently in the corner.
Blink and bypass.
Routine. Move along now. Nothing to see here.

I date night owls,
creatures nocturnal,
await the velvet swoop and whisper,
hunger for the pop of punctured skin and penetration.
But, eyes like saucers before a million pixels
never scan for prey like me and nudity
in these dawn hours,
until sleep files sighs, and
resentment cuddles up with today's laughter.

Sex, unconsidered: every 15 seconds.
First Class Want delivers every other day.

 

Fragments of scratchings
vanish
as quickly as the ochre pictures in your cigarette smoke.
As effective as caffeine for the out of sorts impact.

I bounce around metaphorically, and literally.
Mid-film, halfway down the bottle, dash
to pen and paper.

Scrawl a useless snippet
with no relations, religion or philosophy.

 

"15 seconds" is provocative and witty ... "The allure of the young rose", also, lingers in overlay.

 

The only thing I would change here, littleskinny, is the word useless... perhaps "sacred" or "inspired" would reflect, what is seen, by this reader.

I bask in your addictive words. Your poetry fills the senses.

 

Really enjoyed "15 secs", Lil S... good erotic qualities and I thought it had a touch of the neurotic to it as well; which I always eat up...

Great lines!

 

Another beautiful passage catches my eye... fun and full of vital merriment!

 

Thank you both so much for popping by....really grateful for your kind words.


Neurotica? A new genre, perhaps?

Or just a new name for the old one....most erotic poems, in my experience, and I stress most, as opposed to all, are tinged with the neurotic....it's interesting!:H

 

Oooo, I like!

 

There are storms over beeches in Carshalton.
I'm looking but can't see them. It may not be true.

Swirl on my swivel chair.
Inhaling my upper lip and fingernails for memories.

Trying to engage with the gent leaning over,
he's talking numbers, breathing too fast and balding.

They're crowding me out now. I'm small and seated,
losing significance as their conversation blooms and

bellows across the room, answered by glares and hushes.
Gentlemen, I would do business, if my head were attached

to my body, not frolicking with daydreams,
rolling in the meadow of emancipated grass seeds.

You glisten and struggle to breathe.
Kidney stones gather to end the sad puppy.

Each sigh fills me with cheap nylon odour,
my employee status a labour of love.

 

Can I keep this bit?
Do you need it?

See, the bare and empty is haunting.
I need your clutter and shadows and dust.
Just feels right somehow.

I hear they found rabies over the border.
I'm timid, and not much older than the last time I was born.
A small talisman would help me to sleep.

Can you spare this sock? Or that book?
I found a receipt down the back of the sofa,
but it fades even as we speak.

You read an article and laughed so I'm lining my retreat with it.
Who cares that it's about risotto.

 

Gawd but this is awesome! The whole thing gave me a great big smile as I sat here in my cubicle world... great great stuff!

I thoroughly enjoyed "Neurosis" as well; but I suggest making "but it fades even as we speak" it's own line... just a form thing; otherwise this be perfecto!

 

Done as you suggested with that line. Thank you!