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Naked
Woman Lying on Her Stomach
Original
Painting by Edgar Degas
Two Trees
spirits dance wildly
and she touches me
with the same intimacy
two trees share in the wind
and time becomes
a space i would not miss
as my mouth
moves
through the words i feel to tell her
and seconds after
i only remember
the way it felt to say
everything
and though i stay a sadness
i am warm
though tomorrow
it will all seem like
nothing
All For Love
somebody told me to "be more accessible"
so i
stood on the street
and held out my arms, spoke psalms,
and lamentations
but no one heard me
or held me tight
so thirteen hours and fagged out later
i revealed my thong and quarter inch runway
and BEHOLD
they come.
Validation
she
and i collided
in the alleys where children run
and vomit spoiled milk from broken cradles
our impact was PERCUSSION
and we danced in rebellious trance
to back beats banged by brokenness
on bata drums
and we were HIGH
THIS was love, and
THIS WAS LIFE
and we were FREE
while we misdirected revenge
released the beasts
and though our boiling seas evaporated
into rainstorms of consequence
we were hell
and we were wild
we were angry
and this was life
we were rage
and we were pain
we were fire
we were free
and we warmed our souls
beside infernos
of validation
Rodeo Tricks
HE rode side saddled,
'headed' me and wrapped his strap
round tight for a thrashing that
drug him down horses high
to strawberries
enduring my rage ,
he entered the coveted walls
of cowboy fame and buckled belt
for laying me dusty down
in seven seconds, heeled
rope burnt and somewhat
pissed
She Parts With Herself
she parts with herself
in the middle of town
black thong rashing used skin
she fingers its position
for temporary relief
while framing herself inside
a cadillac window
herbal remedies turn good tricks
twenty dollars that gets u blown
becomes -- an honest living
street corners
become --a safe world --where
she was a perfect child with a useless pussy
tears become faith and his grip on her hair,
an embrace.
she parts with herself
in the middle of town
speaking scripts to kings
fingering illusions
for temporary relief
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One of Many Paths
to ‘Zombie-D’
I
wrapped you in a sex blanket
pumping your heart with my bare hands
daily serving
my life on a paper plate, you
telling stories while
peeling me like string cheese
observing
each strand for imperfection
randomly consuming
night after night my legs parted
parched then pressed together
in narrations of the wilting
your penis believed
and so did i
boy tears soiling while i
kissed and dried them, forgetting
to wave myself goodbye
now just you and I
kissing and drying
tears
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wounds met like staff over mahogany table
is it over yet?
zippers zipped banging
more action
than overtime would allow in any baby game
and he is erect now
fucking me like I wanted
my pussy devoured
while i spin circling circling
sighing
sighing
and it goes on and we bind
we explode ,we speak and
trust is solarized
by the light he sheds
a little differently
each time
man tears now
that drip from strategies
derived from diaries
in his attic where
ancient tongues whisper
from pillaged pages
"run baby run", but
i wax cold like a million other stars
used
to the burning
and used
to the falling
singing a duet in and out of tune
wandering warped
screaming
when i cum
screaming
when it hurts
and
screaming now if i feel anything
anything at all
Belly
(c)2004 Cheryl Townsend
smelly
belly bluez
checkin
out some thelonius monk
so says moses, and
he sorta ..... takes me..... back
to a man that was a lil larger than
the one before him
mmmmmm.... good gawd
belly sho hit the spots that
make lava flo....
goin RIGHT down der
sweeeeet smelly belly blues
thelonius keys my excitement now
cause ill never have
phen "thin" again,
"why?" you ask.
do dooo do do doooo the sweeeeet smelly belly blues
and ya will NEVER ask again
wouldnt be a real friend if i didnt share that love
now would i?
it rubs a gooooooood rub.... with a lil circular motion
it oooooooooooh llllllllaaaaalalalalallllaaaaaaaa
chit knows it lays RIGHT DOWN on IT!!!!
gets allll sweeeet sweeeeeet smelly......
i know what your thinking....
thinking, "saph's done lost her mind"
but mama let me tell ya... let me tell ya bout BELLY
i dont even kno if its an art or if its just one of those naturally
occurring thangz..... but
uh uh UH uuuh uuuuhhhh... yeh
lemme quit and jus say to ya phen thin mens.
nothin against u but...
if ya aint got a belly...
well, i gotta run......
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