18 or 100% for sure

A Poem by CharlyeMonroe

Number 18 from The Knockouts

My god
I like to start fights
What will come of this curriculum?
Catfish callus
Batfish
Vampires
She is not one of
The living
It is summer time
The days are getting longer
Stronger
Better
Faster than the rest
Rest
“Because I can’t sleep in the daytime”
And too thirsty at
Night
Toss and turning
Right said cheese head
Yellow and green
But blue?
Eyes
“What is your excuse?”
Too sheepish
Sleepy head
Bedding down
Settling down, roof top farm
No harm in hailing stones
Rolling bones in bags of flesh off a cliff
“Son”
It weighs too much on sunny days
“My head hurts from last night’s party”
Too much sky and soda
“I never touch the stuff”
What are you doing tomorrow night?
Same thing and the next
And
And
And another
No wonder we never met
“The crowds I want to reach”
Breach of prototypical
Centripetal force tossed to the sea
One if by
Two if my smarts will it
Too if my heart wills it
My blood spills it and so does his
It is for grow(ing) folks
Toking stones is for suckers
“M***********s stole my serendipity”
No matter
He has plenty to go around
She will bounce off the ground
Hit the ceiling if I wanted her to
Don’t it do bad things to you?
“Yeah, but what doesn’t if you do it right?”
Even leaving
Alone with the ones who left
Another race
And the water is warm
Forlorn looks at the bottle
Full
None of this pessimist posturing
Undressing for the fun of it
Addressing for the sum of it
“It is simple mathematics”
Melodramatics
“You caught me”
Now, keep up
‘Tut, tut’ says the king of the Catskills
Mountains and valleys
“Boy, you are beautiful,”
“Girl, you have me going,”
Let’s keep up the commotion
“Oh, I like her motion”
“Just emote a little bit more, honey”
“Can you cry on cue?”
Pictured you stung by a bee
“Baby, baby, please”
Please me too
Residuals
Come over
Eye spy
Spry thighs and heartbreak heels
“Can you feel that?”
“How about if I put my hand here?”
Heartbeat pulse
“I’m sane”
Insane when we touch
It is a personal preference really
“Really?”
If you have a problem, open your mouth
“Perfect by my standards”
“Variety in a weight class”
“Nothing about it is easy”
“But what?”
Whispers
“S**t I’ll tell you over breakfast”
Over easy
You make it
I feel the rain
Him falls gently
She comes on stronger than Brazilian coffee
Toffee eyes
Nuts
Covered in some
And then some
Kiss the cream
“I’ll come back”
Be right back, I just need a glass of water
Cupped hands clasped over mouth
Hush while he works
Whatever
“Let us go again”
Getting down may be the hard part
Stare well into his head
And shoulders
Her’s between
Soft fuzz
Naked
Aren’t you comfortable
Perfect fit
Between tits and torso, his head rest
Wool for winter’s warmth
Run my fingers through
Have you had enough?
“I want one more hit Mr. Lonely”
High five