i went out with my friends
all dolled up
in my high class call girl best
the night after we broke up
he was tall blonde beautiful and stupid
5 years younger than me
home from the war
the groom of his wedding party
we got bleedin’ drunk on 5th street
and stumbled back to the millennium hotel
buying condoms along the way
it was the place
you and i
had first met
and said goodbye
that sickening july
perfectly evil indeed
america’s favorite white meat
and i fucked him
i fucked him so hard
to spite you
to eat the world
to reclaim me
to kill anything of us
6 replies on “home from the war”
Your poetry is just so pure.
Pure. No one has ever said that before. 🙂
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She has been my favourite poet since the first day I first typed my first letter on my blog. Each of her poems has me spellbound. If I don’t read some of her poetry every week, I feel at lost. The words she writes are unadulterated and real, sharp and fragile, but they help me breathe. READ her poetry. Immerse…
You are simply lovely. Thank you. I’m glad I’m touching someone in the ether.
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This is one if those moments when I could have, should have but didn’t. I remember feeling that intense anger. Maybe if I did then it would of helped but I thing it would have left me more empty than satisfied.
Beautiful words My Pirate.