she can weave something i haven't seen (and don't want to)
even with his hands upsidedowninsideout her dripping fucking cunt

and he sits laughing at the poetry he begged to be a part of

tongue on her ass cheek with her lipppssssss in hand (let it rrrroll off your tongue)
mocking the words mocking the sounds mocking the very essence of it all
i shouldn’t care
as he thinks words don’t penetrate any walls

he drank my absolut
(i have absolutely no idea why)
off my tits

i let him
oh fuck yes i did
because it felt human
it felt like a movie
and it felt like an orgasm
until i remembered his cackles

u n t i l i remembered the movies he made me watch
they weren’t close to anything
figments of some memory he once had
thrown

this made me drink

no, the fuck it did

but i pretend something because it’s easiest


and i make everything lower case
like his cock that i used to enjoy

it makes sense

somewhere outthere

it must make sense

since he keeps laughing
at words

i should let him read this.

07/09/2007

Author's Note:

i am drunk an d     
i    just do         not    fucking 


ca       re.
[take advantage]

Posted on 07/10/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Matthew Sharp on 07/10/07 at 03:05 AM
i love watching you war with yourself as you destroy your past comfort turned thorns:)
you're a trip and i love you:)
you remind me that words are more than what my depression shrinks them to be.
inspiring, provocative.
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/10/07 at 08:11 PM
Kick some ass.
Posted by Frank Lee on 07/30/07 at 08:48 PM
Drunken poetry at its finest