Category: poetry
Miles Away from Baby
I can still feel her fur,
The silky velvet rising with her breath,
Lying over those little ribs,
With a snaggle and a lick,
And a snout to the right.
Those miss you eyes reflect mine,
The longer I’m gone the less she will want me,
Longing to hold my baby,
Selfish daddy.
The Road to the Honest World
After being thrashed and burnt at the stake;
By nocturnal witches in spaghetti straps with gravy stains
He walked,
Breathing in golden and breathing out black,
On the road to the honest world.
© PinkyBinks
the artist
not 7teen of them
please no.
seventeen of them.
Part pink and gold, yes
but seventeen of them.
Seventeen
And All Becomes Extinct
Oh no,
More than a blip.
A mountain in landscape,
Falling deep into the caverns.
I cant help myself,
But i should.
I must,
Unless this is dead.
And all becomes extinct.
Teenage, Going on Dead
I awoke to a black sky,
But the droplets of rain were pink, purple and pale blue;
Shimmering on pane.
A pounding base raising from the floor below,
Fucking throbbing; Pinky Fararge!
As i knit,
To the slow pace of growing teeth.
Something Anything
Drifting on while they play video games.
Looking for meaning or regret. A time filler. Something, anything.
Waiting to die, or balloon. Or both.
Are they waiting also. Maybe we should talk about it.
My life is for you now, as i can’t be bothered any more.
Soon it will be for her also.
This life of distraction. Of searching and failure.
But of joy.
Ode to the Sun
The Turkey Milking Man
Timid in the real world,
Weak as a lamb,
Until he’s milking turkeys,
Like the turkey milker can.
Lost in a force of fear,
America fan,
But when he’s milking turkeys
He’s the turkey milking man.
Squeeze it tight,
Do it right,
Turkey man,
Yuletide jam.
Image from Google
© PinkyBinks
Lost Post: Meow Miaow
La Luna higher than my spirit, evidencing there is a universe beyond earth, beyond here, beyond this.
Twenty Four hours after hearing organs rattling inside this hollow cavity, kidneys pushing out ” The Shit “.
Lost for a moment then lost for four days, silly me.
Black Monday came so fast. So far from last October. Another exile from reality. Another blip.
Milked Like a Bitch
The Stallion chooses fruit over beer,
I choose beer over fruit.
Nutrients to feed his hard strong body,
Liquid shit to feed the hanging flesh on bones.
Lying in sand,
Wet from the sea,
As I sit and write,
Like a bitch that’s just been milked.
Below my skeleton is beautiful,
It’s just the surrounding mush that spoils it.
