|
Mystical Mistake
by Johnny CrimsonPlease keep the grease can clean,
pristine and sparkling.
I can't read with you in my mind.
Squeeze the skin in my brain,
pinch your lips into deflation.
Scour the cherry fuck highways
of a pink-midnight.
Slip the tongue of wood
into the caves of deception.
Lust soaked Keds hang from the willow trees.
Make me a dinner I can't unfuck.
She makes the sign of the cross with her fingers
and lets me inside.
They found her mouth on I-87. 09/28/2012
Posted on 09/28/2012
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/29/12 at 11:16 AM This is stellar although mysteriously ambiguous- marital humour perhaps?....i love it....especially that last line....also, I like the creative way you utilized expletives,( "un$#%@" is a good one ) :)
|
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/29/12 at 11:18 AM oh, i forgot about the censor...the word i was referencing in my comment above was "unf..." |
|
