A kind of sex

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Nick Scratch, Jun 18, 2008.

  1. Nick Scratch

    Nick Scratch Member

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    In our talk there was a kind of sex
    that lingered in the open doorways
    of the tiny empires
    we built on heavy afternoons,
    swatting clouds of syllables with our
    red tongues, speaking flames of insects,
    bees all yellow-legged
    & we'd smoke our pollen
    in grassy green afterwards
    dreaming words built of the
    spare parts of those empires.

    In our arguments there was a kind of sex
    that dangled from window ledges,
    danced on the rooftops of loud
    towns awake and bright into
    the late early, fed on bitch & asshole
    accusations bartered at intersections
    of syllogisms final as stoplights,
    served up 24-hour desperate
    but willing to compromise in moans
    & we'd share our exhaust
    in the gorgeous empty parking lots
    of heaven only seen from afar, and only
    from rooftops at a distance.

    In our silences there was a kind of sex
    that floated like cigarette smoke,
    hung blue and lazy in living rooms
    curled around coffee cups, ringed
    fingers yellow aged like paper contracts
    made of green wood promises of
    constancy and motion,
    floating like cigarette smoke and sex
    and we'd not disturb it with our
    flowers or feed it grapes,
    but nurture and mourn its short glory.

    In our sex there was a kind of talk
    that spit loud at our smoke,
    fed on the flies feeding on us,
    a kind of talk against the cities we
    built at night and their rooftops,
    a kind of talk mortared with
    the slick bones of empires outlasted
    and we'd smile in dusky beginnings
    never knowing the bright morning
    of endings.
     
  2. SweetMarie

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    Beautiful..., wish I had written it! The imagery is breathtaking..., awesome, awesome poem man!
     
  3. teh-horace

    teh-horace for your pleasure

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    i'm too lazy for my normal routine of completely workshopping your pieces (which i apologize)

    however, i dig this (as i always say)

    each stanza has some heavy, simple, hard, and light

    although, a few times, some things are a bit too abstract for me, like in the first stanza

    "speaking flames of insects,
    bees all yellow-legged
    & we'd smoke our pollen
    in grassy green" -- i don't really get that at all, image-wise

    however, right before that -- "swatting clouds of syllables with our /red tongues" -- an example of an amazing image

    each stanza just works so well with each first line that introduces it

    but as i must always do (as is my own prerogative) i must emphasize: endwords!
     
  4. MrBDNice

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  5. Major Peacenik

    Major Peacenik Member

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    bomb diggety
     
  6. skyfire

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    wow that last stanza is a hell of a closer...
     

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