Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
Tag: love devotion obsession fidelity
I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane
Jeffrey McDanielBut one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
Tag: poetry
I know
it’s stupid to not own a gun yet have
so many triggers, but in some other world
gigantic seashells hold humans
to their ears and listen to the echo
of machines.
I know loving me isn’t easy – the all-night
helicopter parties, the glow-in-the-dark haircuts, but when I look at you
it’s like praying with my eyes. I know it’s stupid to not own a gun yet have
so many triggers, but in some other world gigantic seashells hold humans
to their ears and listen to the echo of machines.
Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out
of cigarettes.
Tag: cigarettes love-humor
There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.
Jeffrey McDanielTag: life love poetry women writing inspiration dichotomy
I've been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
Tag: love women silence ignore
The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Tag: love poetry sacrifice i-love-you
I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.
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