The Fifty Cent Tour

Sunday, January 17, 2016

no spoilers


it's
high time
soon

you'll find out
& peep my soul
through a glory hole

i've called on the full moon
to rattle up
my bones

these days &
breaths counted on
beads of sweat

don't tell 
how deep the scar
i beg

don't ask why
it just is
the end

image via Magpie Tales



20 comments:

  1. --days &
    breaths counted on
    beads of sweat.... nicely done!

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  2. Very intense! I feel this one.

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    1. Thank you, Mary! I just loved what you wrote this week

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  3. Wonderful writing, Rene...so nice to see you in the Pantry!

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    1. Thanks, Sherry. I was able to sneak in for a moment

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  4. Oh the end... maybe the moment is reached when with the moon.

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  5. This one will stay with me for a long time... powerfully written.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  6. I agree a wonderful, intense poem...

    'you'll find out
    & peep my soul
    through a glory hole'

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  7. The intimacy of sex shows us things about each other that only exponentially more amounts of time can show. Short cuts are shorter...but they cut.

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  8. Souls in glory holes and messages in bottles , oh well done

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  9. A mighty fine poet you are ~~~~

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  10. "breaths counted on
    beads of sweat"

    I love that line, it ahows intimacy, a time where no else matters but togetherness and loving.

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  11. Excellent read on the eve of the full moon...

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  12. This was a great, brief drama. The perfect ending:
    "don't ask why
    it just is
    the end"

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  13. "Peep my soul through a glory hole"....wow what a poetic line. I love this Rene!!

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