Tag: BadPoetry

Tongue-Tied

  If I could love in words I’d write a sestina As long as her legs, filter it in sepia silk sheets shrouded in a vignette. She is a maze I need to understand, again, before I breathe.   Her body, lines of iambic… Continue Reading “Tongue-Tied”

Afternoon on a Lake

We wrote poems in cigarette smoke, or sex as it ran down the side of a boat intertwined in water from a dammed-up lake, forced to exist.   Ash singed the pages, humid moonlight that burned our hands until we could not touch. drops… Continue Reading “Afternoon on a Lake”

Once, I Was Asked Why I Stayed (#1)

The necklace around my neck hands or curse words slipping   across a Pine-Sol floor I should’ve cleaned better                                     like dishes   slamming against a wall the muzzle chilling my temple an empty freezer expired chipped paint over a patched hole