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May 17, 2025  

More in Three nails and a spear

reality ungripped

No, there isn't any truth to this. I am pondering how easily one might fall from grace.
tell me how to love
i beg you
keeper of the dead

with your manicured
fingernails and lipstuck smile

whisper me the sage secrets
of the lost
and broken

naked, nipples blaring
come to me, pussy wet
the smell of sex a cloud around us
kiss me

carefully prepare
with dirty razor blade
and white vinegar
the moment
of our union

hold me then
breathe in the smoke
and blow it in my lungs

so that i might
join you
rising toward heaven

so that we might fall
into the blackest pits of hell
together

keeper of the dead,
you know me so well
it is not love, of course

it is the joy of hate
as you show me heaven
then leave me alone
punctured
Derma Kaput - on Apr. 6 2007
Good job!  but why you ask?  because I like any poem that uses the word "vinegar."  many other good uses of vocabulary as well, though it'd be too much work for me to elaborate any further.  suffice to say, I felt you used language effectively, such that I was propelled to say "good job!"  The content was interesting too, if a bit demented.  On the other hand, I've never been to the "blackets pits of hell" but it sounds intriguing.
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