sp (a) ce

so i guess this is a place to put thoughts, work and expression in all forms.



in the cold
I folded the
makeshift skin
btween left forefinger and/
pinky (absent of color)
until a small tent
erected bone(ified)
to house
flesh dwelling


  • At 6:14 AM, Blogger katy said…

    though i don't see the necessity of the slash at the end of line 4, this is the best poem about masterbation i've ever read. if it's not about masterbating, and i just have a dirty mind, then so be it, it's still a great little poem.

  • At 7:59 PM, Blogger jhabes said…

    ha ha,
    no the original intent wasn't masturbation, but upon reflection your right, it is a about masturbation, i just didnt know it while i was writing.

  • At 8:16 PM, Blogger denielle said…

    ha! that's awesome. accidentally sexy. sexidentally? makeshift skin - like it. bone(ified) - love it. damn jesse! i'm jealous again!

  • At 12:46 PM, Blogger Rob Budde said…

    or, perhaps, all poetry is about masturbation? ha. making something from nothing, improv,
    makeshift. . .


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