( Bukowski - the crunch )

In the festive spirit of the day (either Valentine's Day, or Steak-and-A-Blowjob Day, depending on how strictly you interpret the time), here's a poem I wrote a while ago.

Warning ( Read more... )

He pulls back ( Read more... )

I have wasted all my metaphors on ( Read more... )

Powder spread
On powder-white skin,
Lace and satin,
Skirts and lipstick -
And yes,
She knows it's all for him,
But it doesn't make a difference.

No; it never makes a difference.

"Let Down ( Read more... )

There is a breeze ( Read more... )

The moment drops ( Read more... )

Okay, I would really REALLY prefer not to have to do this... But there's this scholarship thing due Saturday and if I want to apply for it I need to send it out *TOMORROW*, so...anyone who has the time/inclination, could you please take a look at these poems tonight and tell me which one you think is the best and which one I should submit?

( Thanks!!! ::giant appreciative hugs:: )