sit deified in smug assuredness,
head
cocked,
cologne...
hinted with imagination,
tangy with sweat,
slick with memory,
would that I were
that cigarette;
my foul smolder teased,
by the pornography
of your endless flicking;
I'm not religious,
but for you I would fall,
pious,
to my knees...
Author notes
If it offends you... TS. I also reserve the right to make up words where I need to.
To me, it feels a little disjointed... like, maybe 3 pieces of different poems kinda crammed together. Thoughts?
Where does it take you?
Comments
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Love it. Sparse, imaginative, powerful. Great imagery throughout, but to quote a few lines:
hinted with imagination,
tangy with sweat,
slick with memory,
Great work.
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no i dont think its disjointed even if you feel youve pulled different bits together
...deified...
head
cocked,
cologne...
oo nice
would that I were
that cigarette;
my foul smolder teased,
by the pornography
of your endless flicking;
well hello-
i think you might like anticipation
as much as i do-
a bit of fucking flicking wouldnt go astray, thats for sure
I'm not religious,
but for you I would fall,
pious,
to my knees...
well i see you on your knees, at least...
hehe
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