Blondie suggested poetry as a hobby
Jan. 20th, 2010 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharpestscalpel"Write me a poem," she said - my fucking wife,
leaning on the kitchen counter like a Saturday afternoon.
But it was Tuesday and there was blood -
and dirt, there was always dirt in those days -
under my nails from working goddamn hard for her.
Those were still the days of her warm cunt every morning,
my profanity whispered to the ribs under the weight
of her left breast like a goddamned prayer.
Those were the better days and I tried to find rhymes
Between my teeth just for her mouth, her lips, her tongue.
But there ain't no escape from meter gone off-balance
and an ambitious woman climbing above your head.
"Write me a poem," she said - my fucking wife,
and I tried it just for her hair wrapped up in my fingers
as she knelt on the tile like she was worshipping -
Not just my cock but the way things were between us,
ripe and drunk and soaked in purple dye like her lacy things,
frivolous bits I could peel off her like skin falling from its fruit.
She got her poem, verses strung out of me like a junkie
and I wonder if she kept it - hope she has it like preserves
to spread on thick slices of bread on rare cold Georgia mornings.
leaning on the kitchen counter like a Saturday afternoon.
But it was Tuesday and there was blood -
and dirt, there was always dirt in those days -
under my nails from working goddamn hard for her.
Those were still the days of her warm cunt every morning,
my profanity whispered to the ribs under the weight
of her left breast like a goddamned prayer.
Those were the better days and I tried to find rhymes
Between my teeth just for her mouth, her lips, her tongue.
But there ain't no escape from meter gone off-balance
and an ambitious woman climbing above your head.
"Write me a poem," she said - my fucking wife,
and I tried it just for her hair wrapped up in my fingers
as she knelt on the tile like she was worshipping -
Not just my cock but the way things were between us,
ripe and drunk and soaked in purple dye like her lacy things,
frivolous bits I could peel off her like skin falling from its fruit.
She got her poem, verses strung out of me like a junkie
and I wonder if she kept it - hope she has it like preserves
to spread on thick slices of bread on rare cold Georgia mornings.
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 02:59 pm (UTC)So, goddamn it, thank you.
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Date: 2010-01-21 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-21 07:37 am (UTC)Probably helps I know what your wife looks like, but still.
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Date: 2010-01-21 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 04:51 pm (UTC)She IS a sweet piece. I ought to pay her a damn visit at some point. A nice little fucking surprise.
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:52 pm (UTC)I hope you mean a nice surprise with flowers, and fucking, that sort of thing.
Feeling any better?
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:55 pm (UTC)We don't do flowers. But there might be some fucking involved. There generally fucking is. But, then, you know what she looks like.
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:57 pm (UTC)I can imagine, and sometimes do. But I also have the impression that not all of your surprises are welcome ones for the recipients.
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 05:05 pm (UTC)You got something against pussy?
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Date: 2010-01-21 05:40 pm (UTC)And, you know, I'd say I've got my cock against it but Chapel ain't on shift yet.
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Date: 2010-01-21 05:48 pm (UTC)And I expected a response like that.
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Date: 2010-01-21 06:43 pm (UTC)You ever get married, don't let your wife fucking marry someone else without getting a divorce first. Bad idea.
I'd hate to disappoint you, Golden Boy.
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Date: 2010-01-21 06:54 pm (UTC)Mighty sweet of you, Scruffy.
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Date: 2010-01-21 01:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 01:40 pm (UTC)(OOC: ....daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn!)
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Date: 2010-01-21 03:03 pm (UTC)((OOC - Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. It's fun to bust out the poetry muscles every now and then.))
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Date: 2010-01-21 03:29 pm (UTC)[ooc: AWESOME. MOAR? ♥]
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:52 pm (UTC)((OOC - We shall seeeeeeeeee if the muse descends upon him again.))
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Date: 2010-01-21 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 05:43 pm (UTC)I am sure you vill garner emense satifaction from vhatewer you choose.
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Date: 2010-01-21 06:42 pm (UTC)I usually do.
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Date: 2010-01-21 07:14 pm (UTC)You definitely seem like that kinda guy.
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Date: 2010-01-21 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 06:42 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2010-01-21 08:02 pm (UTC)