Vin d'erect

Life after sex

gray hair and wrinkles

saggy bags of flesh

hanging shamelessly and proud

flatulence and gurgling organs

melt the songs and rape the

pens of yesterday

where the paper has a sacred

place in that thick hazy

space where white noise melodies

tell timeless tales of blue notes

that leave the young ferocious

victims of invincability delusions

lying cold and motionless 

on a hard

stone floor made of import feathers.

dry cracked flesh and pungent

nose hairs tickle fightless fleeting

fancies of the galloping

Romance and his gang

blood thirsty after his next

unsuspecting prey

is hot on the trail of the nightmares

spinning webs of structure

long lost upon the mountains

flowing slides of earth dirty tears

stained black upon the face where

eyes from the dark and the

lover who has 

claimed the final stash 

from the above that

tastes sweet like forever, like

an after-tasting bouquet, that

breath of deception that

stains the tongues of lonely poets

with tired passions haunting

thoughts of neverending

love and false destinies of death.

sigh...yawn

 

Author's Note

this is a piece about one of those things about myself that I am working on working out emotionally. no offense to those who ARE into sex. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

A slendidly written piece of poetic prose Beautifully descriptive of how life can sometimes seem,

But all love is not false or fleeting and sex is afrer all a minor compnent in a real loving relationship Not the be all and end all the young tend to see it as. may you be as lucky as I an find the perfect partmer even though I thought I was past falling in love at seventy.The time was right the place was right and two hurt souls found love in an instant Utterly ridiculous I hear you say And I agree but thats what happened

[A LaDy NaMeD D]

I love the imagery even if it is slightly disturbing lol *but then again that's why i like it* You're a good writer.

Danni J

[Dani California]

I interpreted this as a poet's pen, now old -- is still living in fantasy -- though reality is their nightmare. Setting the stage for young poets to follow the path, to nowhere. And this is the way it has always been, same ol' song and dance (which is what I derive from your last line... "sigh, yawn").

Though, my mind is a tad off -- it probably meant something entirely different. lol

But, either way, it's quite compelling and certainly very written!
I love your word choice and structure...

great flow...!

[Jason Henry]

wow...lol. that was one big thought...but i still highly rate this poem. excellent flow...vivid imagery. the old people having...w/e, yeah wasnt a fan of that image haha!

[☮]

Sounds like a nightmare. A very vivid one with tons of imagery. Nice write. Definitely different than your other works. Life after sex huh?

[Mohl083]

this poem got me hot!