ROBERT J. STOUT : Visit to Mom, 84
JUDITH LAURA : Lawns Made to Order
JARRETT FULTON : Ms Lee from room 123
POETRYREPAIRS v13.01:001
contemporary international poetry - for your reading pleasure,
poetry from new and established poets and essays on writing


All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Web Hosting
hosted by arvixe

for mature audience over 18 BACK
Visit to Mom, 84 Lawns Made to Order Ms Lee from room 123  
POETRY requires a mature audience ENTER only if you are 18+ under 18? klik here

ROBERT J. STOUT
Visit to Mom, 84
Where's Ted? Her fingers clutch the piano bench, eyes blinking flights of startled birds. He was here a minute ago… I nod. Ted disappeared ten years ago but I don't know I lie. Well he was just here! Canyons darken somewhere inside as she searches her larrigan sleeves for buttons or brooches or party-dress lace I should change my clothesa reception tonight… She scowls, now seeming to see table and fish tanks and fireplace and gently sits down hand rubbing her shortened hip. They applauded so much in Sioux Falls! Little winces emerge as she tries to turn I don't know why I hurt! I can't seem to move! Hand clutching my sleeve she scoots around the end of the bench, caressing the keys as though smoothing clothes. He said we'd go for a ride in the car… She begins to play, slowly at first, her hands rising and alighting like uncertain, startled doves.
POETRYREPAIRS 13.01:001
link to poetryrepairs
I have many things to write unto you but   I will not write with pen and ink
--JOHN the theologian




FIND home

Visit to Mom, 84 Lawns Made to Order Ms Lee from room 123  
POETRY requires a mature audience ENTER only if you are 18+ under 18? klik here

JUDITH LAURA
Lawns Made to Order
You who require your lawns made to order and cut to perfection, edged even, you who demand your magazines glossy enough to reflect your own image, you who want your women lithe, airy, dancing with just the right bounce of silicone boobs: Turn your head away hide your eyes lest you see me emerge through wanton weeds wild with raspberries tangled like love a spider's web my only frock its strands lustrous with spittle spilling through ragged edges of rattling teeth onto my breasts creasing into my stomach sagging over my shriveling silver-barbed mount of unending desire. Turn away lest you see me waddle with the unwieldy limp of your mothers and grandmothers their tenacity crawling from the base of my spine. Look away from me as I pass, lest you see my eyes shine.
POETRYREPAIRS 13.01: 001
Poetry endangers the established order  of the soul - Plato




guidelines INDEX
Visit to Mom, 84 Lawns Made to Order Ms Lee from room 123  
POETRY requires a mature audience ENTER only if you are 18+ under 18? klik here

JARRETT FULTON
Ms Lee from room 123
What was God thinking when he created your genetic make-up Long silk hair, thin lips and a size b-cup With glare, under the sun, that stares at you throughout the streets of Japan Your body's curves are so pure and indifferent Probably had doctors drooling over you, When they saw the texture of your skin, Making your first breath as an infant Don't use choppy words in my poems, Being as my seed, my love, and my home Your presence makes me feel timid Hearing those footsteps past the door Me, looking though the peephole to catch your perfect image I spend raining nights, lying on the couch, looking at a pillow and wishing you were there Rubbing my fingers through your long, dark elegant hair Observing the small wrinkles that appear underneath your eye every time you smile Mimicking voices of us arguing over differences inside my head Then enter you for the first time, Feeling the tenderness and warmth I place these thoughts in a chest, buried in my heart Wishing they could glow; shining in the dark I wish, Ms. Lee The beautiful lady from room 123 The wall that separates us only makes me stronger But I grow weary; I grow weary, Ms. Lee Of being alone You are twice my age and it would be considered a sin For these hands to glaze your precious yellow skin Ms. Lee from room 123 My lust for you must stay alive For Without it, I can not survive
POETRYREPAIRS 13.01: 001
ROBERT J. STOUT : Visit to Mom, 84
JUDITH LAURA : Lawns Made to Order
JARRETT FULTON : Ms Lee from room 123
free counters

NAVIGATION for mature audience over 18
BACK | comments + feedback on FACEBOOK | FIND | guidelines | home | INDEX | LinkedIn® professional networking services |

submit editor@[sitename]