TCDC

TCDC

A Poem by Alvah Goldbook


Telling secrets behind the couch,
dirty jokes, and half billion pieces
I doubt rolling down my throat

“you can’t keep anything from me.”

As I’m in the bathroom with my
a*s melting in the sink
leg pinned to the wall
hands seeking movement

Arms twisting in opposing motions as my
Spine f***s my brain in its climb
Through myholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck
HOLYFUCKHOLYF--

Telling secrets behind the couch,
dirty jokes, and half billion pieces
I doubt rolling down my throat

“touch only for the free”

As the ceiling falls and doubles
in front of me
curls and flattens
the wind around me

Hair nets like a drunk Hydra
With spikes jetting out my lusting follicles
Cuts circulation butholyholyhol
yshitSHITSHITSHITSHI--

Telling secrets behind the couch,
dirty jokes, and half billion pieces
I doubt rolling down my throat

“God couldn’t be the same”

As my cells chain in perpetual
trepid circles messily weighing
my ear into silent discourse:

“All has left and I have taken it.
All was done and I have ruined it.
I was God, but he missed the show
Only when nobody was watchingholyholyHOLY”

 

© 2009 Alvah Goldbook


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Added on November 12, 2009
Last Updated on November 12, 2009