No More Pussy Galore

By Hal 2104

Thu, 26 May 2016
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No More Pussy Galore
 
So she lent her fist to his face for a while
purposely punctuating his velveteen smile
graciously grinding the skin from his teeth
finally finding the truth underneath   

Spitting out words with a matter-of-factness
silently summoning from out of the blackness
listlessly listing  all past indiscretions
gleefully gurning remorseful expressions

What could he say now more of a man
parting (sweet) Pussy not part of his plan
lustfully longing for love unsurrendered
actively acting himself disengendered

To have and halve knot splitting indifference
incessantly insisting divorce in that instance
tearlessly tearing asunder apart
aimlessly aiming destroying her heart

So she lends her face to his kiss for a while
purposely puncturing his volatile smile
graciously grinding his bones in their bed
deceptively dicing his soul there instead.
Certificate 18
Poem

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

ah, life with it's ups and downs, grinding us all down. 

 

Submitted by Hal 2104 on

So true, if we choose but I guess
I'm as detached as a house from those words
affording myself only a semi
​smile before I find myself on the up again.

​

HAL 2104

Submitted by Pat G on

Phew. A lot of emotion going on here. Builds up to a climactic last line...

Submitted by Hal 2104 on

Cheers Pat G

Then I have hit some mark, somewhere - hopefully, dispersing some(one's) very dull moments.
​I, myself, have very many.  I escape into somebody else's.  Where fun can be more dangerous yet less rewarding.

 

HAL 2104