Skin and Bones

Let me guess what position you're in.

Fragile?

Will you recognize her?

What do you do in an awkward hotel

besides, constantly regret it after 

home coming?

Sure, I'll call you.

Accept that direction after 12 years?

home. 

right now.

how sweet with your permission. 

Say it.

It might be the fog, 

say it.

I've always thought of you as an original, 

branded.

 

When the odd open man would dare go there,

always slam the door in their face.

so bizarre.

supernatural.

skin and Bones,

Peanut Butter

no 

jelly

Author's Note

Reviews

[Nick]

Reminds me of the most close to home saying "it's not you, it's me" that happens every so often.

"Sure, I'll call you." "Fragile" Wow. The more I read, the more the words fly out to me, almost more dramatically than intended.

[Corset]

Hey Nick, Thanks so much for reading and for your comments :D

[barleygirl]

Is it just me, or is this poem dripping with sarcasm? Maybe it's like the acid eating the skin off these tired old bones of predictable romance (((HUGS)))

PS I don't mean your writing is predictable -- not one bit -- it's anti-predictable!

[Corset]

That is the best compliment ever Barleygirl! Thank you!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

Its so good to read you, it sinks in, your lore... like dewdrops of saturn on a martians skin.

[Corset]

Thanks Kiddo

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

aha im here alwyas

[h d e rushin]

at Thanksgiving dinner, my sister would try to hide her facial bruises with that Revlon, drug store foundation. Truth is, Danny, the guy sitting across from me munching potato salad and greens and waiting for my mother to dish out the final morsel of chitlins, was beating my sisters a*s. But I have a degree in English. I write proclitic poems where meaning so resembles the world we follow around that they hold no atonic analogy. "Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out. but to see who cares enough to break them down" Socrates/ I fight people in my sleep.

[Corset]

Hi Honey, wouldn't it be nice to just throttle some folks? I b***h some folks out in my sleep, one in particular, I am ever my own hero in my slumbers, awake however I wouldn't hurt a fly. hmm, well put that into words.

[Paul Bell]

Remember, I only cheat on you cos I love you, sound familar.
If it does, you need to be exercising your I am not a doormat to be trampled over.
I suppose the question is. Why do people cheat. I suppose it's the new thing that needs to be renewed often.

[Corset]

I watch entirely too much Netflix is my problem. Men were not built to be monogamous, men and woman will love a husband/wife yet be drawn to males or females they subconsciously feel would make a better offspring, even men who don't want a family always seem to have that urge to find "better" we are all still animals underneath, according to theory anyway. I dunno so much.

[Paul Bell]

Netflix is a bit compelling.

[Delmar Cooper]

Phooey, it ain't better we're looking for it's strange. If memory serves that is.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sticky situation without the jelly....I need something to wash down the guilt.
This feels like "Heartbreak Hotel"---
"They'll be just so lonely baby, they'll be just so lonely, they could die"---
j.

[Corset]

familiarity often kills the libido, new love will always boil down to familiarity to familial love, which is the highest form of love, even if not the most celebrated, love your avatar.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Those with no depth to their thinksng or feeling feed of those who do have it.

[Corset]

It is the way of things I suppose. It kills me to know that most cheaters still love their wives and yet they cheat.