i have a body
built to dance
around babies and bullshit
and vinyl is not a friend
until tongues touch the
slick black coat of my rage
or the mole fucking
at the corner of my mouth
widening
thick as a
shriek
of power
lover
come
closer
i will teach you
the ways of jesus
the original whore
willing to sell his body
so millions can buy
this porn
he was born
in the spring-black
hair of his mother
14 years old and already
knowing how god liked
his knob
waxed
&
polished
to a halo
but i am not so cruel
and will not rape
such a simple
room
filled with your
open crotch
it’s scotch
you like with
my cubes
when i twist
your body into a
rubix
ready
to be chewed
and beatened
back into the soil
to flower again
beneath
my holy tips
you are just a
preposition
tossed in whenever
the conversation
bores me
another ass to be
broken
in
&
out
comes thick chunks
flopping on the floor
of my
oblivion
and like solomon
i will use my wisdom
and reduce you back
into cheap bits
a handful of tic-tacs
could buy
how you’d die
to know
my candy dish
stir within the
soup of my
womb
the bite of
my roach red nails
the crush of heels
the kind your
wife would never
steal
she’s too kind
treats you like a real man
respect in her cereal
and honor
running lines
down her nanny hose
not so
here
nothing naked
only
bare
of your pretensions
your explanations
of how this is your
first time
virgin?
will go good with
my coffee
and diet
of clients
with excellent
credit
don’t thank me
you’re not her
so this is not a favor
i only savor
pink
and the way hips
curve
like questions
the ones you could never
ask
not with a mouth
slapped by duct-tape
whimpering for the
slashing crack
3 grand cash
and 5 bottles of merlot
can provide
you got five more minutes.
Author notes
Damnit. Knew I shoulda been a dominatrix instead. Ah well. Maybe next lifetime, eh? lol
A contest entry
- ~A little bit of edge~ by sailor ptolema.
1575 points, ended July 22, 2008, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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congrats!
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holy shit. This is what i wanted to read. Thank the god of quality for this!
. You did so well. The first stanza sets it up and like a horse race i was devouring your words so fast; and i wanted to keep reading. This was just pure edge. THANK YOU so much for entering and dazzling me with your words; I will learn a lot from you I think .
g'luck!
~Meg
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After reading this brilliant piece, there is no way I am going to enter this contest. I think I want to be a poet when I grow up! Juls
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DAMN YOU'RE GOOD! I nearly put "GOD" instead of "GOOD" by accident, LOL! But that also works
Loved: "a handful of tic-tacs
could buy
how you’d die"
anddddd
"and the way hips
curve
like questions"
This is absolutely banging! Gritty and captivating
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So nail me to the cross will ya!!! You have just blown me away with this and many parts of it I can think on and say damn 'my life' is like this...the stolen moments, the wondering, the lovin' Lady I am so glad I found you and your work, it's like a constant breeze blowing in my hair. Good luck but seriously just a gold wouldn't even cut it!!! Love, C
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she wanted a lil' bit of edge...damn I would love to see the full blown edge..lol ..damn
brilliant and bookmarked
damn
five minutes is just enough to get hooked
damn
peace and hugs
Muddy
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i only savor
pink
and the way hips
curve
like questions
the ones you could never
ask
not with a mouth
slapped by duct-tape
we're good at being edgy, and fiesty. this piece is fucking raw and yes, you should have been a dominatrix
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Ah, the sweet edge of a cat o'nine tails. Tis a shame more people don't know how to properly wield them.
You skerr me.
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ooh, fiesty.
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Tee hee.
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Definitely a poem worth reading - extraordinary
lines, my favorite being the first. It sets off
the tone and the desire for the reader to consume
each and every word. Love, Lane
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