New Poem.

[majordude]

Being Alone is not a Place

Pages of handwriting and
what keeps coming back

is not me.

But it's not exactly her body either.

Perhaps it's a movie quote
a personal favorite, she whispered

the narrator's twist 
in the back of my mind.

What I keep coming back to
is one good looking night
that replaces the rest.

The smell of rain, asphalt, and

a loss of control;

Comments

[madpoetess]

This is brilliant. You could very well be my muse! :)

May I add you as a friend?

[majordude]

Those are kind words. Feel free to add me as a friend.
Also, where can I find your work?

Here's One

[madpoetess]

you can't really. It's in bits and pieces here and there. Here's one that was published:

Gender Genie

I'll take my wish
without a blink, if offered.
Swapping softer skin
for a phallus, body hair.
Comes automatically equipped
with exclusive power privileges.
Wouldn't it?

Leaky cranial plumbing
starts in the magazine aisle
across from Starbucks,
diluting my internal nectar.
Every copy on
today's shelves store
a new coat of gloss
on the rotten apricot.
Polish-on-nylon trick,
keeping spitting seams in tact.

Better to fret over earth
above the diamond mine.
Until my earthquake
on the verge of cataclysm,
whispers secret
polite spills of earth,
carefully hidden and unheard.

I think it's my best one. Though I don't know if I necessarily believe in it, I toy with the idea that it was divinely inspired.