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From this Earth, This Rock, I Rise, a Man.
by S. Pelham Flood And men, they too are wounded.
-C.K. Williams
I sit.
I stare. Mind off.
Drink at my lips, bullshit in my ear.
I turn.
Hes cute, in that bad bar vodka way.
I give a half-smile.
Hes hitting on my friend, perky tits
all he sees.
Hey Claire, whats that song
we used to dance to
.Claire
(shouting) Claireee.
Fuck.
Jayson, (glass held in air) another one, man. Damn.
It is this way with men,
I sit, I stare
My eyes breathe in the sinewy pull
of pure flesh, soft over firm reassurance.
My ears swim in the velvet rasp
of cocksure gentlemen.
I wait.
Ive been pulled from my bar
pedestal
before, his scent nailed me down
inch over inch.
I was ripe, a thorny fruit, hopeful
and his desire shined on enamel.
I waited. I rotted.
I sit. I stare.
Stripped to bare pit
I buried myself on this rock
and, now, the salt air suffocates me.
I wait
for warm eyes to find me,
his flesh-tide, engulfing,
to eat me, to melt me, nail me down.
To plant his seeds
with mine.
To never end.
09/26/2008 Posted on 09/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 09/28/08 at 06:35 AM cocksure... well said. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 09/29/08 at 10:17 PM very atmospheric. i can't describe it much better than to say it was like sitting in surround sound |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/01/08 at 12:24 AM raw and vagrant...the truth bleeds, the truth screams. i like this. i like the power. |
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