unquenchable thirst

 
in the basin languishes
the pulp and tendrils
of a potent sangria
made with naked giggles
too much wine, not enough fruit
drank from an old chipped cup
poured over breasts
consumed by women adept
at the pleasure of women
loath to uncouple
dusk skewing shadow and light
their disembodied satisfaction
slowly unraveled an
unquenchable thirst
and in the gloaming once more
deeply they drank
.
.
.
.
written for Poefusion Friday 5
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gossip

 
 
 

 
gossip and filth spewed from their faces
making them look as though there were traces
of a shotgun blast to the head.
 
their words made no less vial
for being just words, task to trial
their next victim fell withered and dead
 
bitter swords they wielded
around their ice as they fielded
another cocktail of bitter poison they drank
 
a little gossip, so harmless and ultimately sad
to postulate vomit from the mouth of this cad
although words, no less words, they stank

 

written for Readwritepoem image #1

bossio  retrospective of a myth

bossio retrospective of a myth

don’t go, autumn

don’t go
autumn
 
don’t take the winter
made warm by her touch
 
don’t take the spring
that haunts me still
 
don’t take the summer
that burned
 
don’t take the fall
i was healing in
 
trees bare and haunting
cold, so cold here
 
don’t go
autumn
.
.
also read write prompt #49: mission, echolalia

In this moment

Stop time III by vimark.jpg at deviantart.com

 

In this moment

There is no direction

Waiting for the next

A dawning reflection

 

In this moment

A quavering exhale

An enquiring judgement

To pass or fail

 

In this moment

Time does not stand still

yet trapped in this moment

by my own free will