. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Light and the Dark

We are made of both light
and of dark
In various balances
But in equal measures both
So do not call me a gentleman
Without calling me a
Do not say his hands are dirty
Because mine are dirty
Your tits fit comfortably in my mouth today
But tomorrow I spew them out
This the man who said he loved you
The man who stands to loathe you
He’ll pull your hair to
bend you to his manner
He’ll shrug his shoulders and say a thousand things
You live in a cabin in the darkness of my mind
A white light that shines hot in my memory
You swim in your slender naked frame through
and pleasure
The Titans who sculpted you out of sticks
And wrapped your heart in mud
Gave to you Adonis
To wrestle in the garden for his life or for yours
Of light
And of dark.



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