Salva(Ic)
in the cold
I folded the
makeshift skin
btween left forefinger and/
pinky (absent of color)
until a small tent
erected bone(ified)
support
to house
flesh dwelling
tenants
posted by jhabes @ 1:56 AM
4 Comments:
At 6:14 AM,
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,
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,
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,
Rob Budde said…
or, perhaps, all poetry is about masturbation? ha. making something from nothing, improv,
makeshift. . .
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