tErREiGgN
----------------------- tErREiGgN (pO3M)
---------- To the edge running close
-------------------- Flirtlizing with fear...
-------------------------------------------------- Just suppose
---------------------------------------- A mansionbat .... man
------------------------------ Presupposed
-------------------- My propensity for trapfloors
---------- A mansionbat .... man
-------------------- Terrors my fancy
----------------------------- And riddles my knows
---------------------------------------- with noes.
-------------------------------------------------- A mansionbat .... man
---------------------------------------- Turvey-tops my wheres
----------------------------- And teases to fright
-------------------- My scared.
---------- A mansionbat .... man
-------------------- Stickpins my skin
----------------------------- And adds spines
---------------------------------------- To my twinge
------------------------------------------------- A mansionbat .... man
---------- Reins my why,
-------------------- Opens my suppose
------------------------------ To my edge running close...
_____________________________________________
[Jennifer Semple (Brown) Siegel, 1979, revised in 1982, copyright 2006--2008]
dRaCuLa 911
(For Thomas)
if you would, please
suck my blood
drain my body
dry
its an emergency
please, a 911
situation
Drain my blood
and fill me up
with force. who
needs blood? Lets
feast on ecstasy
make love to me
Drac
it’s a 911 situation
i no longer need my
blood, just your...
come away with me
Dracula
oh undead one
show me how
its done
i’ve never felt an
immortal in me
i need
a 911 emergency
f*ck.
hI, iTs mE, ThE V@mPyrE gUrRrL
i’m finally doing it: starting a blog. It’s scary, too, ‘cos i’m afraid i’ll run out of things to say, so here goes nothin'.
i think i’m in love. God. How pathetic.
i’m in love with an old lady, i mean a really old lady, more than twice my age. i think about her 24/7, about making love with her.
i’m not even a lesbos, well, i don’t know what i am. I don’t like guys, either. God, college guys are s0-s00000000000 gross. All they think about is getting drunk and hooking up with some blonde cheerleader bimbo flako, having lots of sex. They look at me and go, “Oh gross, Gordie the dyke.”
i thought Thomas was different, but he’s the worst of the lot. All he thinks about is his next lay.
He goes, “i’m screwing my way through the alphabet, i was kinda stuck at x and z, tho'."
G.
When Thomas got to the G’s, it was someone called Geena. i kinda hinted maybe i would be his G, but he laughed and said he could never screw a dyke.
“Well,” i says, “i’m not a dyke.” i just like dressing in jeans, boots, and jackets.
“Look, Gordo,” he said. “You’re a great chick and all, but i’m not looking for a real relationship. i just wanna hook up with at least a 1000 girls before i settle down.”
Thomas says he’s lowered his standards just so he could get through the x and z before starting over at the a’s.
He hooked up with brittney wanners and decided she was Xena the Warrior, then with emily knauber and called her zelda fitzgerald because she drinks like a sailor and likes to do it with lots of guys, like an entire frat.
Gross.
“My goal is to screw my way through college w/o ever hooking up with the same girl twice, tho' sometimes i forget.”
UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I love Dr. Godwin ‘cos she’s so REAL. She needs someone like me ‘cos her husbands kinda weird in the head and probably doesn’t do sex.
God, she’s beautiful, silver hair, great smile. i think she’s not ready giving up having sex, but rev. Wordens in a nursing home drooling like a baby.
i was a bit vague on how women make love, but i googled it. Fake penises, fingers (????), and something called a venus butterfly.
Yeah that all works for me.
i just wanna sleep with Dr. Godwin and...cuddle.
Cuddle. God, what a geek word. i'm such a loser...
How can i let her know how i feel?
I submitted two poems to The Quill Review. The editor said my poems were “too morose.”
What the f*ck does she know?
My favorite is "Dracula 911," which is why my blogs called that.
i’ll post it next time.
See ya later!
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