he/she/after

there are places and people who should never be together

 

He

dreams of s***s

of damp fetid

female places

spent semen flowing down the thighs

of working class perspiring w****s

and savours the scent of their

slattern like odours

the image of their femaleness

recreated, reinterpreted for his own quiet desperations

he dreams in isolation from his unsullied hygienic space

dreaming creates them to satisfy his needs, denying their humanity

yet underscoring his own inhumanity

She

dreams darkly, fear of failed love and romance,

picket fences, soft glances, to

achingly owned

memories of maleness on her body,

 

so bitter sweet still with her

but no longer willing

to be what he requires;

oh those dreams deny her,

seeping thru the cracks of sanity

wet damp curls run with

septic rivulets of wanting,

curse her ideals and hackneyed phrases

to stay reality she

reaches out for kindred empty shadows

and finds......... his own

 

After

Then, as the ash falls to the sheets

he would ask the age old, well did it?

and reply , for him there is none

as this is an empty question

there is no answer,

his dreams are not reality

just stained thoughts, used-car sex and

of dirt twisted dampness,

lusts that can never satisfy, for they will be denied;

whilst hers,

are finality

Reviews

[Nicole Hellene]

Your poetry is depressing, to me at least. I've been around guys most of my life, I work and play in male circles. And you see guys go through bad relationships where girls have just been in it for sex and ripped the guys heart out and vise versa. But sometimes, I think it's just for show. Sometimes I think guys fake knowing what love is because they know that's what girls want, it's still just all about sex. Lockerroom talk is all macho and fake, everyone knows that, but the game is to be convincing, and sometimes I'm pretty convinced. I know it's a stupid question that should have an obvious answer, but sometimes I wonder if men even have feelings at all, or if they're just playing a girls game to satisfy some hormonal function that will literally drive them insane if left unattended to. I don't want to believe any of this, just for the record.