Tag: prose poetry

Iridescent

My fingers take turns

learning your curves,

my lips tag them out

to research your taste.

My ears doing shift work

to memorize your voice,

my nose doing overtime

collecting your scent.

My eyes travel over you,

never tiring of laps

from head to toe

and back again.

Can’t you see

you overwhelm me,

consume me with desire.

You leave my senses spent

and dishonest for they

inadequately tell me about you.

About your softness your grace

and joyful iridescence.

If I forget to pay the bills

or take out the trash

it’s because my mind is stuck

somewhere between

your ears and ankles.

If I don’t pick up milk today,

it’s all your fault

because my my brilliance

is straining to reflect your smile.

You destroy me with a glance

and the boneless

puddle left behind,

If you want it is all for you.

Will you be all for me?

vagabondprophet:

Discarded

To dive headlong

Into the ravine

The vee cut neckline

Plunging into the bosom

Of mother nature herself

To die of despair

A pendulum in the air

To swallow handfuls of madness

To dull the crowding sadness

All of these deaths I abhor

But cruelest yet

Is that you ignore

Not a glance, whisper, or touch.

Discarded

Like coupons from a store

You no longer frequent.

vagabondprophet:

Suburban Pirates

Remember when we were

Suburban pirates

Hoarding all the

Best sticks

For our tree fort

In our plastic war

It all felt so real

I can still hear the screams

I Attila the Hun

Taking hostage

Of the nun

Then you came

A shining knight

Dealt a brutal blight

Now we’ve both

Known defeat

Groveled at

Each other’s feet

Can we make up yet?

Can we be friends again

I’ll give you my

Favourite candy

It’s not poisoned this time

I promise.

– vagabond prophet

vagabondprophet:

Insurance

I am the .1 percent

Can’t be disinfected

I’m the tsunami

That can’t be detected

And for the house fire

That can’t be expected

They say insurance,

Get insurance

But insurance is just paper

You scribbled all over

Saying you’ll get money

When your world is over

Money’s just paper

And paper starts fires

This just complicates

And stirs in me a fire

So now you understand

I hope it’s all clear

If you lose everything

That you hold dear

Your paper won’t help you

I won’t be held liable

When I take your life

Like something easily pliable

Because I’m

About

to snap.

vagabondprophet:

Talking to Myself

If I write you a thousand words

Will you see the picture?

Of me alone and wanting you.

If I write ten thousand words

Will you receive the comic strip?

A scene, a day in the life, lacking the warm touch of your breath.

Or maybe this

Won’t work that way

Maybe I’m just

Talking to myself

First tendrils of madness

Soaking in like butter

On warm bread.

It tickles.

vagabondprophet:

Talking to Myself

If I write you a thousand words

Will you see the picture?

Of me alone and wanting you.

If I write ten thousand words

Will you receive the comic strip?

A scene, a day in the life, lacking the warm touch of your breath.

Or maybe this

Won’t work that way

Maybe I’m just

Talking to myself

First tendrils of madness

Soaking in like butter

On warm bread.

It tickles.