from CarnalNation

Three Drunk Love Poems

Waiting for your smile,
image at my side,
this is love.

Yes i'm sorry,
in your lap,
take me home.

Have whats left,
on the house...




Sitting drunken in a metal concrete fish waiting for this grrl i know cherry chocolate chilli and her cunt tastes so sweet.




You might only grasp
at this picture.
For you, i'm cheaply amused.
Its true.
But then even you,
with your prescriptive mouth
squaring box set analysis,
can appeal to this openminded sensor array.
Immersion.
Why not? Let this fluid,
this fluidity,
kiss you, touch your eye,
with new mornings.

Staying over/under anxious
at your parents house,
i'm lost against, trying to find my way, the family curtains.

The resident housecat makes a nest of my backpack.
Your dog kisses my feet.

The bed is an ocean,
our mouths conjoined rivers.
Your snored in your sleep, sounds kept me awake, dreaming till daybreak.