Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I have never loved anyone
as much as I hated you
Still I return like a crime
scene junkie
I outline my failures
& wait for you
to notice the blood
on your hands

I used to
believe
in detail

{yawn}

now I am
as unconvinced
as Satan

water or wine
dignity slips down
around her ankles

if you slay the dragon
that wants to be your friend
nothing matters after that
only you know what you have
& have not lost
to that spike in your skull

...

I don't have any GO words to go with this. No spontaneous writing from me.

Just wanted to say that this is a kick-ass poem!

Really fine writing!

2nd it like D,
talked with the
devil late one
november night,
that's when the
lightnin' dropped
by to say, "you 2
cat's are blowin'
my mind!"

bad habits
pick her up
another summer
fresh from Venus
let me sleep now
let me be...

...once upon a time there was a doorway
in the corner if you could see it
you could you walk through it
will you open your eyes now
you can go to have it all to call
your own beyond the threshold...

Why aren't you moving?

I know what you
have always known
I am alone but
You know nothing
you don't know me

bitch

sit your ass
back down
take another hit
watch the peoples court
and
sigh
a lot
but yes, she IS the hottest
judge on TV & who are these idiots
paraded before her?
(fast forward)

she says
let me in there
& I will trash your
whatever
you call this
call it
failure
first &
learn
goddamn it

she is
untouchable
beyond your reach
beyond you
lies sanctuary

this should
tell you
something...

this is gonna cost ya
ya fools
ya idiots
ya damn dylan rip-offs

chargin from the most minor to the greatest surge
it's a wonder i'm still able to sit

dylan who?

of course I'm joking
because I am
uncomfortable

and still unable
to
get up & move

there
is
always

more
to the
point

of bleeding
out
loud

really?

(The Judge
is asking
even though

she
knows
already)

those three dots I posted above, I think I sent you that reply to you in a PM cause I decided to delete my original post to you after reading the other replies to your post. I think my post was electrical. Jumped on charge, thinking about being grounded, and disapating the charge, when the sparks fly between lovers. I wish I could remember what I wrote. ~k, cause I liked it a lot even if it was spontaneous. I wish I could live to be a hundred so I can see how you turned out as a writer, I been reading you a long time---in dogyears about 42---

I can't remember when you were not brilliant.
They say that women hit their peak at sixty.
Men at 14

I think what I meant to say is thank you.