Love. 2011.

[Jerrybaldy]

Not until another smoke, another smoke,
a luminescent drink, a designer drug.
When you have slept with those you despise,
their fathers, their brothers,
harmed yourself, beyond repair.
Once you have burnt the house down
and shot the dog,
tombstoned into a black sea,
awoken with a plastic mask,
let down everybody up there.
Bled your scab, as an iconoclast.

Not until your bed is cardboard,
the damp is rain and piss,
the crowd are all muttering thoughts
of your end
and the aliens drive black Mercedes.
Not until then, my love.

Let’s go to bed.
Bring your sister.

[Delta40]

I adore your signature dark grass roots poetry Jerry.

[smerdyakov]

I liked this one a lot. Very dark and emotive stuff here. It reminded of Bukowski.

[Haunted]

Only you can write something this bad. That's a compliment Jerrybaddy.

[Buh4Bee]

So foul, that I was left smiling after I reading this.

[Jack of Hearts]

You dirty old man!

The last two lines were killer.






J