A couple of poems

white horse aka mtswanberg aka sorry i didnt post anything ever ever ever


This slope has me now
the simple pleasure of talking
on my back on your bed

there were no blankets
but something like blood
on your comforter

I could not have just imagined
this the walls never stopped
shouting
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You said that you were come
then kissed my lips
as a sparrow
you flitted and carried me
into your bed

The silver of my fillings
Fell faithless to a pillow
The nest of all our stories
Was warm and damp and full
At last
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If only for an hour
I would like to be the back
of your hand

I would rub inside your pocket
get scratched at after mosquitoes
left

I would quickly learn to pray
To the hottest of water – to soap
From the kitchen to the sky over heard

the only poem i'll ever write of you

by: Stacy

i've never attempted to dip my pen in your essence so i could scribble you onto paper with horizontal blue bars to keep you there i won't try to simplify you into letters and words i won't try to dissect and organize you with commas to make you easier to read i'll spare you my verbal madness my hours of insomnia i'll leave your long limbs and bed head in an un-grammared state i could trap you between capitalization and periods but i'll let you go because i've always secretly loved run- on sentences .

Masculinism

Underpaid
Unappreciated
But
Still
Undressed
For
Success

We men
Take all sorts of mental punches
A little cleavage gets you through the day
A little guilt makes them do what you say
A little lying makes you always get your way

I could punch another man
And not have to feel a damn thing
But we all cringe at the through of hitting a woman
Poor little things

I could throw your punch
And be listed as a sex offender
You could throw our punch
And say it was self defense

Feminism
Sexism
Masculinism

These exist, as long as a man can’t hit a woman, just like he would hit another man.

love, star

by: Stacy

In a blanket of cool, midnight air,
i cuddled with the moon -
my neighbor -
and watched Earth below.

Healights flowed:
ribbons of light
raced through the streets
and choked hurried cities.

If my speeding up
would slow you down
enough to pause and make wish,
I'd spend an eternity flying.

s l o w d o w n . . .
s l o w d o w n . . .