Alone

[Jerrybaldy]

I know you hate smoking,
but could you please cup your hands,
I have no ashtray here.
I noticed just now
my shadow hasn't aged
in all these years.
I need to stub out just now
Is that alright?
Kiss me whilst I burn you
everything will be okay.
You and I know not
what the future holds,
but I have to tell you
it bores the a s s off me.
Strangers are friends unmet
and I will run into traffic
to avoid that happening.
Enough of me.
How about you?
Do you find that poets
are mainly better endowed?
Don't answer.
I love a woman
with a mystery still remaining.
Never give your all away
save a bit for the next.
Did you see my shadow?
It is second to none.
We go back to yours
you make me coffee
with your blistered hands.
We drink it
whilst we make love
missionary.
Me slurping above you
with my sad bastard come face,
you beneath me
gasping in ecstacy
cappuccino drowning.
We watch a new day dawn
through the curtains lightening
and I eat your birth pills
whilst you suck
the sleep from my eyes.
We run a bath
and share.
I make you come
with my big toe
and you weep
as I hold your sagging chest
against mine.
We turn the radio on
and fall in love forever
with the first song we hear
and declare it always ours.
This has meaning,
I can see it in your eyes
and hear it in our song.
Let's go dance in the duckpond
lets's swim in the deep end
let's test our new found love.
Let's screw others
Let's prove to you and to me
that we are all alone.

[Lumiere]

I don't know if it's you or it's me, but your stuff is growing on me; I really like this and read it again just for the pleasure of reading it.
It is your zero-pretension style of offering that does it.

I like the part about your shadow, and the part about your big toe (the image is certainly effective).

All,
L

[hillwalker]

Blistering indeed. This is one of your better pieces, jer, because the message of ultimate despair is delivered with a human touch of hope rather than as a punch to the solar plexus.

H

[Haunted]

Once again your trademark style of self deprecation makes it another thought provoking piece, especially the bits about your shadow and running into traffic.

[Jerrybaldy]

I must be an acquired taste Lumiere :)
Thanks for finding hope in there Hill.
Thanks haunted. I felt part the way through that the shadow would be good as a poem in itself.
thanks peeps
JerryB

[Delta40]

I'll read this again and come back to it, I think.

[Haunted]

Thanks haunted. I felt part the way through that the shadow would be good as a poem in itself.


absolutely. It has legs. (no i didn't mean the big toe, haha)

Running into traffic as well. It can be a standalone. Although outcome depends on who's behind the wheel. If it was me, then it depends on how many screwdrivers I have had.