fingertip pricked picking up a quarter in a larkin st. gutter

By Jonas

thin
     threadbare sheets
this
     seedy motel room reeks
sex
     my skin is crawling and cold
nose
     recoils and forgets to live

mephisto snickers
and manages to drop the wrapper
like i did the night
it never felt better
and the morning after
we ran for the emergency
pill
but not before we did it a few more times
cause what's done
is done

whim
     like a meth-head
eyes
     for eyes out for me
seethe
     in the confines of cages
     very like lies
file
     feelings and chase tail

cerridwen whimpers
cause she can't take it anymore
and has decided enough is enough
black linen bound perfect breasts
in the soft plutonic
hands of mary
far away from the pinching fingers of man
longing to see the mother's nipples
stiffen under
them

sin
     every time a synapse fires
truth
     comes like grabbing at
     fistfulls of roses
thighs
     loaded like a joke cigarette
eyes
     for eyes out for me

regret's a tart
with a pretty diamond pendant
between her pushed up tits
slinky in a little lace thing
looks like something more comfortable
rather
than a step or two sooner
she sent a drink with compliments to my table
and she's burning holes
in the back of my head
i could feel it
before i
turned

Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited. Ask the author first.

Published on Monday, April 19, 2004. Filed under: "Poetry"

Awards

July 14th, 2010

Comments on "fingertip pricked picking up a quarter in a larkin st. gutter"

On Thursday, July 21, 2005, doll on the rag (200) wrote:

heavens... i don't know quite what to say? too much of this rings familiar, too much that i wasn't expecting. strange, how you worm your way in. i am decidedly for it.
A former member wrote: 'loaded like a joke cigarette eyes' another splendid piece from you, fish; well done...
On Wednesday, May 19, 2004, urbanhumility (1158) wrote:

a subconcious rendering of and acutual event, fitted with intelligence, and subversive wisdome , so very well done my friend............urban
On Friday, May 14, 2004, aXe FactoR (333) wrote:

i cant describe with words alone how beautiful this poem is. your damn right a talent. awesome write, as always.
On Saturday, May 8, 2004, sixsixnine (476) wrote:

fucking love it *669*
On Saturday, May 1, 2004, Dancing_Monkey (1228) wrote:

black linen bound perfect breasts in the soft plutonic hands of mary ... Realy amasing. I love the structure of this, so on-going. Thanks. Monkey
On Tuesday, April 27, 2004, Stranger (263) wrote:

This is your caviar. Tiny beads of life carved out of the belly of the Fish to please our appetites. I am back and pleased to see that you continue to grace us with your amazing talent.
On Monday, April 26, 2004, Liz (265) wrote:

I've been reading what college calls "the masters" of poetry. I've also read a good portion of the work on this site. You're still one of the best. Keep writing.
On Thursday, April 22, 2004, Jaded Jezzabelle (328) wrote:

These are the observations of a truely inspired talent....Fish....I wish just once to see the world through your half baked eyes...but i might like it....
On Monday, April 19, 2004, manywalks (747) wrote:

Words weaving silken sheets through corridors in my mind, warming them then chilling them with truths barely whispered.
On Monday, April 19, 2004, purr_verse (1052) wrote:

marvellous write; sensory and compelling... i also love the line Fox quoted. i've re-read this several times now...drags me in, pulls me under. great stuff.
On Monday, April 19, 2004, flying_fox (571) wrote:

wow... 'regret's a tart with a pretty diamond pendant' is excellent. I love this work... the flow is wonderful and the words hold both pain and beauty.
On Monday, April 19, 2004, KittyStryker (710) wrote:

this made me smile. how could it not? i wonder if this had a troubling undercurrent i may have missed; i read this and it tasted bittersweet, like coffee liquer, warming on the way down.