EXCITING SUBMISSION
sorry
sometimes i don't always have the time
to make love
by evening i'm a suicide bomb
easily distracted
and excited
by your secrets
lips
your legs
toes
and possibility of submission.
- yesk
TOM CAT
thomas is such a failure
never eats jerry
always gets his ass kicked by the bulldog
i am thomas
i think i can, i think i can
different engine all together
god i need some coffee
he died for my coffee
there he was
beaten and bloodied
fixed above for all to see
so that i might be pleasured each morning
provoked to wake up
and make some sense.
- yesk
OBC
old black crows
wake me up this mornin'
all that yellin'
and cawgawkin'
fighting over a slice of bread perhaps
i looked outside
but
i only see mallards swimmin'
with those shiny heads
i see
my breath fog up the window and
use my finger to tag my name in the fog
"YESK WUNNER"
still hear em loud
but i don't see
them
old black crows
- yesk
submission #1
new york new york
the seedy bar where i conspire to commit the next offense
hookers
dicks
barflys
drunks
assholes
bums
gamblers
rapists
tweekers
cons
runaways
lesbians
bikers
hustlers
and the poet
we are all the same and unashamed
right now
i wouldn't mind being the last person in church to recieve the collection plate
i'd consider my pockets blessed
it's you and you and you who are the devils
i on the other hand am a well decorated veteran of social disorder
i need a soapy bucket of water and a hard wired brush
i need to scrub like i've never scrubbed before
then i will be clean and could pretend to feel guilty
until then, let me introduce you to a little number called "satisfaction"
it's dryly enchanting at very least
now
how satisfactory the satisfaction - is what makes the difference
this is key!
hey, i've got to make a living here
and at least i don't come home looking like a slob
{not in visual appearance anyways}
..........................................but
under it all i am gratifying myself
while pondering the nature of a cunt.
- yesk
submission #2
sometimes it seems, or at this moment anyways
that
words appear to me much like
the full imagery of a "strip-O-gram"
i am left to stand there awkward
and with faking smile
inside though, i am turned on
so i write
write like i fuck
fuck words with my pen
it's so dirty my pleasure
was such a secret
now yours to measure
and by the way...
i hate rhyming
- yesk
submission #4
try again
remember when
words were elusive and seen through the eyes of those who don't mind
my words are - ink from a heart
wilted by the sun now and touched by an anvil
(a letter from my poems, about me)
"our author cannot write and so forever we suffer"
and so it ends now so it seems
i'm feeling like classic 3 chord punk rock
broken promises are fuel
here is a thought - you are defeating/i am breaking
my world intruded when i trusted you to teach me
even sweet surrender is rejected, and there is silence again
weakness is burdon
i will die fighting
lonliness is a blessing and besides...it's what i owe
the gentless touch is emotional violence yet i still also carress
this love...i mean...the cost of caring..i mean...
the thing is....
what i mean to say is.....
i'm trying to say that......
touch is welcomed pain
let's fill our cups and drink to touching shall we?
here is a note to myself - "Sean, you are the queen of denial"
i can't pretend to refuse to be a dominant male (ballad of a liar)
writing provides comfort for my afflictions
peas and carrots as forrest said.
hapiness was outlined in chalk, i swear i seen it laying there!
this art of frustration is commanded not by me
kiss me or kill me but don't you dare waste my fucking time]
it's the same difference.
the way in which it stands is a losing battle
what do you say we talk about this over dinner?
we can drive to the city and see the flaming lips after
don't forget the film for the camera
wait
i have a better idea-
let's stay home where it's familure
we can watch "a clockwork orange" for the upteenth time
score a bag
and fall asleep by 9
- yesk |
