My Worst Sundays

A regretful time spent with a man who thought I was his posession to do with what he wished...

 

was it lara croft

or my bare a*s

that made you attack?

never left in peace to fight the tigers and waterfalls

ButAlways

pulled//apart//by//your//drunken//hands

TheSmell

of your affections was//never//sweet

a MoltenStench

of SourMash and all my

hard

earned

money

in your

fat

neck

Ihated you far longer than i loved

how many times

did you sell my soul//and//flesh//and//

"bedroom eyes"

to//men//and//women and

boys?

how many bottles did that buy and

when

oh when

will it kill you?

Ican only dream of a world you were never in

Author's Note

// is a symbol I use for a stacatto or accented piece - I perform this to music and it helps me remember the beat

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

the beat poet/slam poet in me read it the way you accented it before I knew it was accented which was an awesome connection when I found out about the accents..
now that I have killed the magic of the word accent...

I see my dad in this, or girlfriend's boyfriends
or blackened animals who take and take and take and give back only resentment and moral decay
bedroom eyes and a rapist grip..just a one two punch combo that comes on so slowly you can't even tell its there till your shoveling over emotions and cash like it was a life line.
Normally its visuals that get me, this time it was a bit of the ol' nostrils. The molten stench and perfumes was a frightful combo.

Bravo, A-1 Steaksauce, and a few golf claps for this monster. It had balls.
Well done

[Wildheart]

Yes, I find it a cathartic experience. Peace can be found once negativity is expressed

[Leslie Philibert]

You have chosen poetry to look at a very negative experience.Full of rage.