It’s all been done before.

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I’m chronically in love with you.

” Every step you take, every move you make..”

Oh wait it’s all been done before?

Well this love hasn’t.

My love for you is a thumbprint.

My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.

No no not that it doesn’t exist!

Silly.

It’s sporange ( look it up- I  did)

My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)

It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.

Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.

I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.

Everyday.

I will love you after I sag  and before I rot

I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.

It’s all been done before?

Yep. again and again and again.

Forever. Foralways. For me.

(To JJ)

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

 

 

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Skim

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You didn’t see the blemishes, You didn’t feel the bumps

The bristles, the lumps

You skim your tongue over me

As if I were made of milk

Lapping at silk

All the parts I hated

Berated over the years

Have disappeared.

Your fingers

Your lips

Are smoothing me over

Like a brand new shape

A perfect sculpture

And I’m beginning to think

I’m not all that bad

I’m beginning to think..

(c) Slumpless

 

Scrambled Legs

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You scrambled my legs

Macerated my brains

I’m all sorts of jam but no preserve.

 

You liquefy the bones of me

Turn my organs to pulp.

I can’t speak. I gulp.

 

With just a lick and a nibble

All I can do is dribble.

I’ve turned into quite the fool

Standing in a pool of drool.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Never Forgive

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I will forgive you…

When you’re dead

When the worms have consumed your smug smile

When you can no longer haunt me, taunt me.

The living make better ghosts you see

Their pulsing hearts, their burning desire

Add to fuel to my fire.

‘Let it go.. let it go’ ?

Forgiveness will heal you?

Bah. Nah. NO!

I thrive on this anger

I combust with that flame.

Forgiveness is for the corpses

Forgiveness is for the lame.

(c) Slumpless

 

Tall Tales

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Cinderella said she lost her shoe by ‘accident’

But she was no fool

She knew the prince adored her.

She had felt his arousal against her leg.

Snow white flirted with all the huntsmen

It got her stepmother’s back up

When she shagged them in the stables.

Hansel and Gretel were too close for comfort

Their parents didn’t know what to do.

They sent them to the old lady in the woods

Hoping for a cure.

But their lust for one another was unquenchable.

They killed her for trying to tear them apart.

Read between the lines.

Question everything.

The world is full of  tall tales

And we lap them up like children.

(c) Slumpless

 

J’Accuse Le Muse

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J’accuse le muse

He rendered me fool

Let me draw his skeleton

But wouldn’t sit still for fleshy parts.

All I could see were lines of beauty

Unparalleled , swooping strokes

Unrivaled light and shade.

Made for me.

Or so I thought.

J’accuse le muse

Mais J’accuse moi

For what good are muses

If they¬†draw you in…stead?

(c) Slumpless

Heart to Art

What is Art if not from the heart?

The Soul?

What’s the point ?

If the thought has not traveled through

Every capillary

Soaking up all the dirt and mirth

Then don’t let it out.

Let it  simmer until it shimmers.

Don’t be afraid to show that idea in all its ugly glory

Only after seepage should it see page.

Let it age well like a fine wine.

Give it time my friends.

Give it time.

(c) Slumpless