in chair. twirling.

june two
words emptied
strewn like
hidden mines or
easter eggs
like another deception
each step, tenuous
as you wait for
the explosion
or the stench…
3am slid
like soft skin
my belly
tickling out a crazy
it rumbled from
deep within
erupted like errant
volcanic blast
bursting out
of my lips
my cheeks numbed
with guffaws
giggling until tears
came and
i could no longer
i realized
oh baby!
have you been
poet men
gotta love ’em!


About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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