townee: How I’d Describe Myself in 25 Words, or Less
“How I’d Describe Myself in 25 Words, or Less”
©2002 Devin Davis
As an unfine filter that will not strain a life-full of pulp
First Vegan Impressions
©2002 Devin Davis
Paul is dead, and feel I’m a shy third beatle
with his simplicity of the first wheel he just needs to roll
on that busted hissing train you’re a punk-feminist Jacqueline Kerouac
riding faithful that desperate rail on a straight steel line, to know how experience fits in the now
An old non-gymnast judge(d) against an olympic gold medalist’s routine
34 &20 14 years that are un-even bars at fifty-four but, what does the numerology of our score mean?
Your internal amazon woman stands guard while a girl studs her own heart drawn from down inside the well of those pen-and-ink clothes.
And your rad ha’r is yin for yang, zigged then zagged
Here are my cutters, torn lips chain-linked to your explicitly pierced face. this close, it’s hard to find even your reddest acne cute
Malicious attitude spills truthful tongue-locked, held by that delicious smile how many years can I avoid your forbidden food?
Judas My Eyes
©2002 Devin Davis
dying to ask why I resist my fear of psychology afraid you’ll scare easily away this has me pacing restless ‘cause masturbation doesn’t help it’s over you too soon can I really be so very messed up?
stop! you said, don’t feel this thing I think you’re wrong to need belief in beauty, but only want the gist of feeling it– a patience that’s impossible and, I will probably find glad frustration waiting brings on
should there be lasting hope for you to come ’round while I suffer gurgling internal circles again a disturbance made by flat-shaped stones that skip across a belly-full of beer more ripples than last weekend, before that time you left here as a friend of mine.
these thorns in my eyes return kisses for your rope scar.