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Bring Me My Angels V

That night, there were two. My heart
flattened through chains of anxiety,
from the dangers of the depression,
praying, asking God to bring peace,
and there beside two empty bottles,
a pepper sprinkled over my moldy
mind, making my soul cough in orgasm,
feeling her hands, so perfectly
with a tempo that makes my spirit
crawl across the ceiling, flailing arms
and feeling the second with tanning
edges to the deepest brown loving eyes
and smelling the leather jacket she used
to tell me that she would take me,
control me for my own good and watch me
fly over the detritus of a poisoned city
that long ago forgot the powers of love
that had blown me to joyous
explosions of heart that melds
with the world and rides
down the stream into an
unending blast of fur.

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  1. #1 by Evelyn on February 28, 2011 - 8:46 pm

    “making my soul cough in orgasm,
    feeling her hands, so perfectly
    with a tempo that makes my spirit
    crawl across the ceiling, flailing arms”
    crazy.
    wow, thats good. so good!

    • #2 by Carl on February 28, 2011 - 10:54 pm

      Oh, thank you for your comment! this one was a bit over the top. It may not be exactly what happened, but it’s the truth – That’s what the narrator of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest says in the beginning of that book.

      • #3 by Evelyn on March 1, 2011 - 7:55 pm

        why do people say “a bit over the top” like thats an insult.
        Everything in moderation! Even going a bit over the top!

        • #4 by Carl on March 1, 2011 - 10:47 pm

          Yes, I should have said, “completely nutty.” 🙂

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