Tawdry Talk

Thanks to everyone who played this round of Everybody’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™ - Exquisite Corpse: Drew (bootedintexas), Peer G. Dudda, liquid_wayno, and Eric (furtummy).

twice tattoed,
doesnt care…

Tied-up boy
In Daddy’s lair…

Check it out:
A new look for Cher !!

Scars and ponies and pink peyotes,
So different now than in the sixties?

Keep on shining, shy-girl!
And your reward will come
barreling out of the sky and into your open arms.

Thanks to everyone who played the latest round of Everybody’s Favorite Collaborative Online Poetry Game™ - Exquisite Corpse: Bruce (brunorepublic) x2, Steve (rootbeer1), Bluecollarbear

A man with his trousers too tight,
Found the crotch burst open one night.
It happened at the Eagle
And soon he felt regal,
For the crowd said “that’s outta sight!”

A man with his trousers too tight
Thought that his looks were all right
Until some young bitch
at the ‘crombie and Fitch
Shamed him by turning on the light.

A man with his trousers too tight
Laughed out, “I’m higher than a kite!”
But he didn’t feel drugged
His nuts just felt hugged
Clearly … he was just talking shite.

A man with his trousers too tight,
argued against Obama with spite.
I told him we knew
his political view,
because he obviously favored the right.

Thanks to everyone who played this last round of Everybody’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™ - Exquisite Corpse: chuck (harley), thom413, Mark Monroe, and Eric (furtummy).

Like a three-day-old fish,
his visit started to smell.

Socks on the floor,
bedding on the couch,

Dishes in the sink
my favorite food is missing.

Hair in the sink, hair in the drain
Hair on my toothbrush!?
God, what a pain.

Cantilevered to the extreme
The breaks in reality are
Barely Shored up.

But he had holes in his palms
where the nails had been,

And I was nothing
if not a traditional hostess.

Thanks to everyone who played this round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™ - Exquisite Corpse:

Phil (greatbearmd), Mike (labeartorycub), Mark Monroe, Jim (tbone1961)

What is it
about the sight
of your beloved’s face
in ecstacy?

What is it
about the light
of their smile
in passion?

Of the arc
of the male
lifted up
releasing

That moment of
Disassociation
When he is one with
All of his brethren
Who have come before

And yet,
I have no idea
why he chose me
to see.

Thanks to everyone who played this latest round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game ™, Exquisite Corpse: phreddd, denverbearcub, wet_in_sf, zbear20, John, Yogi, Hey You! (furrbear), Garebear, charliebearnj, Cop4CBT, and liquid_wayno

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Thanks to everyone who played this round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™, Exquisite Corpse:

Plumpy, Mr. Dre(amm_ryter), Eric (furtummy), scottasf, wet_in_sf, charliebearnj, bunnykitteh, and Mike (labeartorycub).

Heat shimmer
seen from my window,
a pampered piebald,
My souls could melt upon this wretched pavement.

Lime Jell-O ® and a bucket of chicken-grease
floating aimlessly upon a sea of green
Anticipating landfall
All because of the metric system.

Time to go back to bed,
And dream of undulating sperm.

Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™, Exquisite Corpse: David (annoyinghandle), Mark Monroe, and bunnykitteh.

Pork roast simmering in wine
Pig boy waits hungry
Daddy says not yet puppy.

Pork roast simmering in wine
The explanation
I’ll be giving the police.

Pork roast simmering in wine
nothing about this
is allowed on dieta

Thanks to everyone who played this latest round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™, Exquisite Corpse: bizarrocub, bunnykitteh, amznbert, Pup Ajax, zbear20, Al Badger, greyguy_sf, and charliebearnj.

We did it as an inverted haiku - a 7-5-7 structure.

Falling petals in the wind
Kiss my wet forehead
Breath into me spring goddess

Falling petals in the wind
never find their home
endlessly falling away

Falling petals in the wind
My plants keep dying
God damn this microclimate

Falling petals in the wind
why don’t they go splat?

Falling petals in the wind
Waves wash to the shore
Kingfishers bring home dinner

Falling petals in the wind
Beauty discarded.
Its purpose served; the seeds sown.

Falling petals in the wind
Apple blossom white?
Alas, styrofoam peanuts.

Falling petals in the wind
Depressingly pink
Good Lord! You need a massage

Thanks to every who played this round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™, Exquisite Corpse: liquid_wayno, Jim (tbone1961), Bob(alouche), charliebearnj, bizarrocub, unca_ursus, Mark Monroe, Ed (darkphuque), wet_in_sf, and TheGreenBear.

Marshmallow Memoir,
Sweet and Sticky and Sordid

memoir roasted on the campfire,
big sticky mess
Graham crackers and chocolate.

Favorite frontier,
Fluffy, fragrant and furtive.

Pallid puffs of powder,
Crackling, Jittery Blue

Summer heat drips it
Dead dogs lap it

[sips martini]

Pomegranate poetry,
Putrid and pulled-up

Gathering leftover cheese
To present to him

The dark places
where they can be stuffed
are thrilling.

Wessonality slithers on plastic liner.

Like sugar flavored postage stamps
With pictures of serial killers on them.