verses of a modern day madman by r.e.knowltoniii

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verses of a modern day madman

Tuesday October 13, 2009

Precision

Blue grey the smoke
Wafting on upward
Lover’s curl into balls of greased flesh delight

The anger of darkness
The elation of silence
She lays open and wet in his arms like a dream

Strings reverberate
Like cascading romance
Staircases that waterfall down to the door

Dresses that flow
Like one million dresses
Mesmerizing the young man’s heart and his soul

One simple thought
Thought twice and then backwards
Making them both fold tighter into their form

They both pushed it out
Shunned it, then beat it
Why ruin a moment with the notion of love …

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Meals In Mind

To stand tall in the night with my words spoken loudly
To dim in the comparison
To stale in the time

Something must be coming like lovers in the pre-dinner fucks that happen
Making the drive awkward
Turning dinner around on it’s face

To think of a lover’s tongue during a façade of a meal
There is no meal
There is no meeting

Only a grinding of sexual fury held high in the minds of those that fuck for breakfast …

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Lou Reed

Evil drips through the dusty shadow light
The curtains are even afraid of it’s prowess
But no one needs to know, no one at all, as the music presses flesh

The conundrum of cacophony
Shot up through the loins of man
Through the soul and heart and into the mind in a vicious injection

So Vicious

The gentle hand touches a cheek
A caress not long forgotten
Hope, in all of it’s masquerade, feeds the beast of optimism

The touch is pure, the soul is hurt
Mind’s confusion is left bereft
All that is left is an erection in the moonlight with only fear to fear

So Vicious

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June

The hours squirrel to the am
The dawn is right at hand
I care not for these insights or for any other time

It is simple at 1 in the morning
Lovers do not shout so loud
Or maybe they do and my ears have learned to drown them out

But when they scream at two am
When they shriek with lust
The walls reverberate and shudder with the shutter

Simply left at that as
The cries heard by neighbors
Whom have nothing better to do than listen with glasses against the walls

All the while it really is afternoon and there is a child who has lost his ball in the muddied rain of a porch side garden that can not feel the sun …

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Grandmother

The most gentle touch
Against your face
A tear, a smile
Death

A warm embrace to Chopin
In the dusk
Or the dawn
It was always your choice anyway

Your skirt just so
Your manners prim,
Proper and right
And the waltz was not your favourite

Pinot Grigio in your hand
Everything within your mind
And you made me smile since I was small

If I was there I would use the pillow, you asked me to, but I am not there and if I were they would not let me

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