A Letter to Answer Your Question

A Letter to Answer Your Question

A Poem by Tim Lion
"

This is for Kerry. I hope it does not offend. :)

"

Hey Sexy,

 

Watch me revel like the devil dancing naked

At a five star sparkle-ball screaming down the hill.

Spill a mud mask on my monstrous face

And chase me through black daffodils.

 

I’m laughing. Wait. I’m crying. Wait.

I dying for a taste

 

Of the pretty face I see

Smiling from the cutter’s wake

While blazing through the starlight

On a snake-bitten dove.

 

Shove me into warmer seas,

I’ll die of hypothermia.

A worm knows not

Of the rot

In which his carcass squirms.

 

Hey Sexy,

I’m the fatal germ hidden in the buttermilk,

Ten-second satisfaction; then a milky-eyed

Choke. I’ve broken every word and I’ll chew it

Like hot razorblades. The bridesmaids can have me,

While the bride has none.

 

The sun never shines through my licorice vines

And lattice work. The smirk on my mouth

Is a sign that I’ve expired. I’m a liar-prophet

Gospel-fire burning in a sulfur pit.

 

These words have meant nothing,

But I’ve meant every one.

 

Hey Sexy,

I’m just kidding,

But admitting I have a problem

Is the first step. And,

When you’ve mastered

The art of falling hard,

The first step is a toothpick bridge

Over a vat of boiling apocalypse Kool Aid.

 

Your half-charred, scarred up bovine poet shard,

M.B.

© 2011 Tim Lion


Author's Note

Tim Lion
Kerry said, "But you revel in every tortured word, every twisted syllable, every tormented rhyme...
Don't you?"


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well..... don't you? hahaahahaa.
btw, shouldn't that be, "the bridesmaids can SHAVE me?" just wonderin'.
also, NEVER admit to anything, haven't you learned anything from politics? sheesh.

Who wants to be surgical when you can be visceral?
hey, can I have a couple of those toothpicks? I got this hole in my right molar.... damn worms....

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Ode to the-bad-guy-who-is-secretly-the-good-guy-but-is-satirically-showing-he-has-a-sensitive-side-but-the-girl-still-doesn't-see-it.

Dangerous.

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a tidal wave of rhyming and meter..flowing like a raging river..this is spoken word at its best..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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well..... don't you? hahaahahaa.
btw, shouldn't that be, "the bridesmaids can SHAVE me?" just wonderin'.
also, NEVER admit to anything, haven't you learned anything from politics? sheesh.

Who wants to be surgical when you can be visceral?
hey, can I have a couple of those toothpicks? I got this hole in my right molar.... damn worms....

Posted 13 Years Ago


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How could I be offended by a declaration so romantically including worms, germs, a fair measure of rot and sulphur...? The bridesmaids had better stay out of my way. Just sayin'


Posted 13 Years Ago


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haha!! nice!! love? no ha I see a crazy response about how you revel in darkness and swim through butter like that worm - I love the - put me into warmer seas and I'll die of hyperthermia - you revel in the obsidian depths - spinning tales of liquorice (the brit in me wouldn't allow me to copy haha) vines whilst spitting fire!! ahh... I guess this means we won't be getting any fluffy poems from you hey? haha! nice!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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just spit it out man , you love her ! dig the poetic fireworks ...

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Tim Lion

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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

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A Poem by Tim Lion



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