Fallopians

Fallopians

A Poem by Kelly A. Brown

Fallopians
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I lay at your feet and lick the soles of your shoes
Slide my tongue between the crevasses
Caked with dirt and fecal matter left behind from those years before
The time when you and your mother said you don't love each other anymore
I chew it up, pretending to enjoy the flavor, then
Throw it all up in the bathroom stall with a smile or two
Later on, when I'm all alone in the nighttime
It gets chilly sometimes, the loneliness
With no one's body against me, no warm flesh nor cottony cloth
To rest by my side, to hold me while I'm sleeping
To gently wake me from my nightmares
When I yell and scream like i do most nights
Without a mother

 

I build you castles in the sky from merely mud and water
And dig moats of sea water and shells
Filled with jellied fish and used rubbers, those broken condoms
Slowly undressing myself with a laugh, with a coyness
Though quite old-fashionedly shy in my manner of behaving
Yeah, I'm a little fridgid
And I do a strange, bizarre thing
I kiss you while you're sleeping most nights
Laying awake far past once you've fallen asleep
And I stare at your dreaming face, like real life lovers do
Examining your soft locks of brunette hair and I tend to
Stroke it with a great precision, astounding delibrateness
The need to be inside of your mind
And I laugh sadly at my all too obvious
Neurosis
And then I wonder---
I wonder how many women are propped up in the same
Upright, loving, life-giving position examining brunette follicles
At 3 AM in the early morning hours?
 

© 2013 Kelly A. Brown


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Brutal!!

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I am a writer...I try to write from my soul. I am a fan of Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and the like. I love crazy poetry, but dislike poor spelling. I guess you can tell more about me by rea.. more..

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