Woes of a Man-whore
Submitted by softserve on Fri, 12/05/2008 - 3:12pm.
So scarce, women’s laughter, I
earn—only in notions of
body-juices jumbling
up on silky, condensed skin— a titter, or within the
anticipation of bellowing swelling tuba harrumphs, while her
thorax holds, snug, my pride.
Alas, it comes
as blanching cheeks, which turn
away, black hair caping wonderful
crow’s-eyes; they won’t make contact
laughing—they hoard it, forbid
me any any any satisfaction.
harrumphs, while her lose
harrumphs, while her
lose the comma maybe. had to read this bit a couple times to get it down. i think it's the comma?
reminds me of ... what was it? "the fly" by Donne maybe?
also snugly holds? i didn't want to slow down one more time there while reading. sorry. ;)
i don't know. maybe the pauses help, though. i'll have to read again later.
another good one
body-juices jumbling
up on silky, condensed skin— a titter, or within the
anticipation of bellowing swelling tuba harrumphs, while her
thorax holds, snug, my pride.
This part is my favorite. I like this. Vivid...
life is full of possibilities and the thrill of the unknown is so great.
thanks for the reads
yeah, i can't believe the amount of time i spent on this poem. geeze.
Well be glad you did
it was time well spent.