got choked/ got woked
4-word poem
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got choked/ got woked
4-word poem
11 Tuesday Dec 2018
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all sex poems are tragic, choke cherries, erotic poetry, poem, sonnet, temper tantrum, wasp wing
Deluge of wasps swarm. Their storm sound is huge.
When I feel hot, I flip a lid. It stops.
Complicit in your own misuse I rouge
your twinge, cum-cake your ache. I have the top’s
need for chaos in love. Though wasps flock
when touched I derange, let love bludgeon
me to confess: like witches and warlocks
my art comes from dark flame. In a garden
always in decay, where bile-born insects
swarm, go find choke-cherries. In the temper
and the tantrum find what gets you off bent,
flips your Id, fills you with buzz. All infects
are good, all wounds holy. Our vast sound. Slur
as I acquiesce. Slur as you consent.