On April 5th the blizzard
causes a citywide, blockwide, household slump
hope slumbers in the white on white outside
doily on the frigidaire - snowflake on ice cream sky
the electricity is lost
and i'm writing this by flashlight
i could be scratching a stump of a dull pencil on wood
the snow could be gray ash dandruff from charcoal treelimbs
dietary obsession could easily become a scavenger hunt for a can of peaches
to be opened with a heavy rock
after the storm, I rub Mona's back
and she moans and writhes overmuch
and generally makes a show of it lest I stop
which i do too soon anyway just to tease her
the dishwasher no longer whispers and lurches
a fluff of snow buzzes by the window like bees
and it's 72 degrees
when the house shocks back to life
Prince's guitar waxes and wanes slippery as ecstasy
elusively organized somehow delicate as a hurricane under a microscope
chugs to a crunch then suddenly screams into a tin can - diamond cold
scary out of nowhere
hot as an underage pussy one must push away
contrary to the instinct to pull
the fan squeaks for a minute then whirs
Author notes
editing
A contest entry
- twin sister by the atlantic.
6600 points, ended May 19, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful title. And plenty of elegant lines, plus pretty sweet ending. For some reason the last part of the first stanza and the first two lines of the second didn't sit quite right with me. The rest of the second stanza was really fucking sweet though. So why the hell did you drop the 666. You don't love satan anymore? Or maybe he is mad you denied him butthole pleasures?
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this was worth the read
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finally. now i don't feel so much as if i've been stalking your page
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amaaaaazzzing
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edp is back?!
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i was worried. lute said "don't worry poems will not leave ed alone, he will be back."
he knows these things.
there is much to be envious of (no no not that snow).
household slump hope slumbers -- so good.
the can of peaches opened with heavy rock.
i think there is definitely some editing that could ensue however i will refrain from jumping on that right now and wait to see what you do with it.
you should definitely write some more.
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few know frigidaire is a french word
probably invented somewhere in the caraibeans by a pirate who hated warm coconuts
I'm curious how many will ignore the poem at the expense of underage pussy attraction
not that it isn't all about pussy anyways
some even give advices
that's hillarious
snow makes the house appear much more cozy than it is in reality
especially when the wind howls and blows
and what hangs only gets old
pussy
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excellent, chewy goodness.
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Strummed like that...
no need for thespian cataracts. no toe-tuned adventure can collide like you do in the presupposition of your heavily graded symptom. like fury for a fur-slot, or a tony-apple rotten clock fixed at 5 am, the dizzying muscle trunk is one obsession away from scoring a dramatic overdose. never a dull moment, Ed. ~ the other ed...
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counterintuitive behaviors are generally the best when dealing with minors... - you have so many great lines here i'm not sure which to chaw on first... other than the very last one read because it was so superb..
will come back for
15 more reads and a better comment..
great to see your name on.
m
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snowflake on ice cream sky
and
chugs to a crunch
are my favourite parts, but the pussy calls are great as well. Love it so far.
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Wow!
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