The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 2/18/2009)

[RetroLounge]

Fruit of Discord

Mine is a dry tree.
The sons of aliens want me.
They have a need. We all
have a need. To construct
a man made of grass
is the grass widow's need,
but she lies in the heat
of the wet tilled field,
unfulfilled, rewriting her
need. If heaven were bigger,
if hell less a machine--
are they beaming at me?
Are they singing? Someone
needs honey, someone else
cream or foam, another
needs Helen, a raw eleven,
bare-chested, hurling
stones. What is your need?
Not me? Not my worm?
Not to love what is worn?
Not to lick my sick peels
but fuck her hard breath
in the gym? Whose side
are you on? If you want
something quick, but need it
to last, no strings attached,
pick me. My hole is black.

Larissa Szporluk

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RL

[blueraven95]

1. good morning!

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[RetroLounge]

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[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. fucking A

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[RetroLounge]

5. Hell Yeah!

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RL

[Chorophyll]

3. Oh my!

I do declare that poem gave me the vapors. Where is my fainting couch?

(I have no idea what I'm talking about.)

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[RetroLounge]

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RL