not sleeping,
dying.
A shade of blue
deeper than violent.
I don't do gasping
pallid beached fish
flopping on the carpet.
The biggest loser flickers
wobbling bulging
wanna be’s
sweating across
the big screen
above me.
My stretched O mouth
mistaken for an extended yawn
post orgasmic languid
or post porn.
My hands
splayed just so
going for a
righteous Christ
TV hand control
a rusting nail
driven through my palm.
I’ve fallen on the abcrunch
enhance-your-sex
abdominal-crushing
you know your girl
will be blushing
stomach tightening
$21.95 a month
plus postage
slick chrome and black
mechanical torture device
has pierced my side
nicely
neatly
bleeding sweetly
staining the worn weave
of our history.
And when you arise
in a russet morning
stab of light
bring
resurrection
stained into your
seamless skin
a tattooed oath
of timeless gospel
raving
salvation
while you lullaby
my sex
with deft fingers
stroking
mouth evoking life
from flesh gone cold.
No
not sleeping
dying…
2 comments:
er ... ugh
lovely rhyme and wordplay in this. I love:
I’ve fallen on the abcrunch enhance-your-sex abdominal-crushing you know your girl will be blushing stomach tightening $21.95 a month plus postage slick chrome and black mechanical torture device has pierced my side nicely neatly bleeding sweetly staining the worn weave of our history.
tis brilliant!
Something weird happens to your lines on your blog.
When I come in here to comment and click to show the original post your poem looks like this:
No, not sleeping, dying.
A shade of blue deeper than violent.
I don't do gasping pallid beached fish flopping on the carpet.
The biggest loser flickers wobbling bulging wanna be’s sweating across the big screen above me.
My stretched O mouth mistaken for an extended yawn post orgasmic languid or post porn.
My hands splayed just so going for a righteous Christ TV hand control a rusting nail driven through my palm.
I’ve fallen on the abcrunch enhance-your-sex abdominal-crushing you know your girl will be blushing stomach tightening $21.95 a month plus postage slick chrome and black mechanical torture device has pierced my side nicely neatly bleeding sweetly staining the worn weave of our history.
And when you arise in a russet morning stab of light
bring resurrection stained into your seamless skin a tattooed oath of timeless gospel raving salvation while you lullaby my sex with deft fingers stroking mouth evoking life from flesh gone cold.
No not sleeping dying…
which I really like.
But when I click onto your blog your poem (and all your poems actually) looks like this:
No,
not sleeping,
dying.
A shade of blue
deeper than violent.
I don't do gasping
pallid beached fish
flopping on the carpet.
The biggest loser flickers
wobbling bulging
wanna be’s
sweating across
the big screen
above me.
My stretched O mouth
mistaken for an extended yawn
post orgasmic languid
or post porn.
My hands
splayed just so
going for a
righteous Christ
TV hand control
a rusting nail
driven through my palm.
I’ve fallen on the abcrunch
enhance-your-sex
abdominal-crushing
you know your girl
will be blushing
stomach tightening
$21.95 a month
plus postage
slick chrome and black
mechanical torture device
has pierced my side
nicely
neatly
bleeding sweetly
staining the worn weave
of our history.
And when you arise
in a russet morning
stab of light
bring
resurrection
stained into your
seamless skin
a tattooed oath
of timeless gospel
raving
salvation
while you lullaby
my sex
with deft fingers
stroking
mouth evoking life
from flesh gone cold.
No
not sleeping
dying…
which is quite a different sort of effect. Strange huh? I wonder why it does that? What do they look like to you?
They are spaced out as per your last example, perhaps if I used IE, it would be better, not sure why it changes between one browser and the next though, kinda weird.
Glad you like it though :)
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