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When a woman ignores you and holds her silence,
Know she is hurt.
20/9/2022.
I looked over
Saw her take your hand
Reminding me of a time
That never existed
And yet
I wanted so badly
To go there
Dad daughter bond
~
Moving beyond the sun
to where our minds
are a fraction behind us,
believing they've found
the other-side.

I am glass shattered by redemption,
and I am now the shadow
of a mirrored divinity,
for somewhere out there
is a god resembling my face,
and its nakedness stares me down.

Raising eyebrows at the moon
as if this is love's culprit,
yet, opening arms and minds welcome
the thereupon lust as if
some devoted era:
bow and arrow shapes
of you and me,
falling out of love without travail,
but of constant ease.

I look better in black and white
than in vulnerability,
my exploitation of
private earth looms casual,
though I'm well aware
of the vibrations it sends.

Manipulators of love and war
were all we really wanted to be,
cheating destiny
by falling for the future.

And from this side of our mind
the sun was always cold,
just a vague old relic in a fresh grave:
a princess ruling among
the ruins of past decisions,
and happily she gives
a stagnant kiss of consequence.

Recommitted wind breaks
through, like turning, burning
pages desperate to speak.

But I'd rather that her white lies
take me now, than a waking grasp
or a skirmishing wave
terrorize me,
as this black [media] plagued sun's
desecrated heart bleeds
and recalls to mind
the coming blasphemy.

~
~
Weather balloon for a hat
propeller on his back
morning is observably alive

leaving it to atmospheric pressure

he consumes today's newspaper
with the enthusiasm of a bowl
of Corn Flakes

this Heath Robinson contraption
of getting to work first
over enemy lines
is all the rage in his satirical
state of mind

that is until the absurd derailment
of wartime employment

and so he returns home with tubes
and catheters attached to his body
and feeling like one
of the unwieldy machines
he had so often created

full of atmospheric pressure

and apparently thinking it
an undignified fate
he pulls out the tubes
and quietly dies
of his own invention

~
The leaves burst into crimsons and yellows
A grand crescendo
Before the winter
What is it you know
what does anyone know…
The sand through your fingers
the wind through the years
Last season unturned
the snows of our summer
The answers autumnal
—the valley below

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
I had a room in a garret.
She had a room without heat.
We had holes in our hearts.
I called her from a phone booth
and went to her cold bed. We
pretended love and slept warm.
I pine to hold and stroke
Your high-powered iron-hard python
Press my flavorous captivating lips
Against the attention-grabbing surface
Insert it in the passionate, mesmerizing
Chamber of my mouth
Swivel my feelers all over your exquisiteness
Enrapture it, nourish it, slurp it

Turn you on with my mad hot *******
Spark your thoughts and feelings
Taunt your machoness
Galvanize your submerged mind
Let my hands advance all around
Your unconquerable rod of hotness
Move my head up and down
Take you deeper into my ardent ****** chops

Make magic like an all-powerful wild magician
Drift into my voluptuous and artful seductiveness
Yummy robust ****, allow me to be your bright spark
More fire hot than a scarlet woman
Explore your boundless and mysterious territory
Feel your astonishingly succulent walnuts on my tongue
Taste your glossy sturdy firmness
Ripe, king-sized kryptonite

I admire your enticingness
How you soothe my aching cravings
Exhilarate my headspace
Render your masculinity deliriously moist
I don’t wanna hold back
I wanna take charge, go in for the win
Derive addictive, all-consuming pleasure
From your intense, sensuous dreaminess

Keen, aesthetic, and shredded spectacle
You are my secret wicked litness
Rare, refreshing, and capricious
The hottest alcoholic star attraction
You are toxic to my heartland
But I can’t stand being without you
The way we both moan in unison is
So unbelievably moving

With your rugged, bearded face
I gawp into your shimmering sienna eyes
So engagingly expressive and commendable
I feel so **** amazing by your side
How you guide me deeper
Into your essentially tasty and intoxicating land
Of heaven and honey
**** my cakehole, make me your *** slave

Let me be your incredible pleasurable treasure
As you breathe rapidly
Rock to the fresh, stunning rhythm
Of my distinct, infectious heavenliness
Pull your closer to me more
Dive into your dangerous, exciting, and
Mind-numbing wonderment
Feel your unrestrained, exuberant construction shudder
As you gush out frothy hypnotic ball-batter
In the moistened trap door of my throat
a five inch wide vine
five hundred years old teaches
me humility
i once watched
a documentary about
transgender women
in pakistan

thrown out by
their families and
ostracized by
society

all they had
were each other

but instead of compassion
for the struggle they shared
solidarity
in each other

there was a pecking order
where the elder women
abused and beat down
the younger

i never thought
about why this
made such an
impression on me

until today
when i realized
it illustrates
the incomprehensible fact

that women
regardless of their
age or gender
assigned at birth
or ethnicity
or economic status
or the society
they live in

women
are just
horrible
to each other

my grandmother is
83 next week

family is
coming into town
and there will be
a party

and i
will not go

why?
because
**** her
that’s why

and will i regret
my resentment
when i’m as
old as she is?

i just might
but that doesn’t mean
it's worth putting
myself through the
experience at this
moment in time

i was always
papa's girl
his little
shadow

and after he died
it was like
suddenly
i didn't have
him anymore and
she didn't have any
reason to be
nice to me anymore

now that i've put
my foot down
my mother is
telling me off

and i just don't
think i need to
put up with this
any longer

and i just don't understand
why women
have to be so
horrible to each other
copyright 9/12/22 by b. e. mccomb
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