Fully Loaded Sucking Pistol

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Fully Loaded Pistol Sucker

Ever since she let me inside her interior
Overly decorated by Good Housekeeping mags
I thought it thrilling to climb on her contorted stair banisters
That is until I realized my hands weren’t used to (630) rigid railings
And I landed safely
But once she hugged me
It was if I’d somehow cracked my skull, resting my head on her cashmere breasts
And forced a sitcom laugh out of my imploded jelly belly

Sometimes I want to suck on a loaded pistol rather than my thumb

Me, a steroid-infused 18 year old oogre of a child
Sitting on an 36-year old executive of dysfunction
Bombshell
Turned high school teacher’s lap
Dependent on both her cuddling and fondling
I giggle with my thumb in my mouth
As fingernails, of which were painted with my blood-turned Revlon
Tickled my stomach
And make it fluctuate for her pleasure
Instead of my ribcage
She’s so “perfect”, I thought to myself
Dark Grayish wool blazer
And streaked-out black hair
Of which cover the un-cleanable stains on her clear blouse
Match storm-clouds that permanently displaced the rainbow
Beautifully

Sometimes I want to suck on a loaded pistol rather than my thumb


She tied me to a fancy wooden chair with
A decapitated umbilical chord covered in velvet
Her tears so playful, enjoying their freedom immensely
As they forget they’ve ever known her
Smacked me as I made a smart-ass comment
About the time when she suddenly coughed up her favorite peach ice cream
On an already plum-juice stained floor
I apologized…
If I was going to be her new “son” with privileges
I too would have to take a personality test in order to discover myself

Sometimes I want to suck on a loaded pistol rather than my thumb

She returns with my wish
Sticks the gun in my mouth and pinches my cheek
Pretends to smile as her jasmine-scented right hand
Gently grabs the hand of which, no matter how hard I tried,
I could not get my sucking thumb to disappear from
Onto the seemingly sleek, masculine, attractive pistol
Pulling the trigger seems the right thing to do
Just because helium is projected onto sturdy bleakness
From a sun that glows in awe
Of its own distorted illuminations
As she tickled my kinky tickle -turned trigger finger
The one that accidentally got smashed right after she realized I was
Unintentionally fondling sapphires covered in diamond-clads from Sierra Leone

In her gold chest
With an exterior slightly smudged
Suddenly she realize pistols are
All-too proficient at solving the most miniscule of problems
She yanked the pistol from my mouth
Tossed it out her open glass-stained window
And landed in her neighbors’ son’s birthday cake and
As soon as he put out 11 candles…
She closed her windows by that time
Giving me that sincere look of superficial affection
Of the defections of which put the “humane” in “vanity
Forming the word “humanity”


Cuddled me in her cashmere
As we made cute-faces
To make our displacement less acute

I kissed her with my lips
But..
She kissed me with her lipstick only
And we made love
To
Revlon-style
Doomed to spend eternity living in the same house
Under the same conditions
No matter where in the world we went

We all must suck on loaded pistols
Sooner than later in our lives

That was a masterpiece!! !

Tim

I'm not gonna lie, anyone who's read the work I've put up here or shown to anyone knows I write with rhyme to keep myself structured and balanced. That right there tho, that was amazing. You ever thought of slam poetry? It's not always rhyming, its not only poetry. You have what it takes(realize I've only read this ONE post) if you worked on your performance, to be an amazing slam poet. People like buddy wakefield, sage francis, saul williams, you could be on stage with those guys easily. By the way, all those people I mentioned are WORLD slam poetry champions as well as national. You got something good here, love to see more if you got it!

Passion Patience and Perseverance

Al

I'm so estatic that somebody took the time to actually respond to my work. And I am flattered by the comparison to Sage Francis. His album Personal Journals was literally my one and only kindred spirit during high school, even though I think I'm nowhere near his level, or Saul Williams. I wrote something this week. And one person really liked it, but I'm just not one of those prolific artists, like Sage, at this point in my life. I wish I were.

Anyway, thank you so much, I truly do apreciate your comments. I posted some other pieces, I've written in the past. Feel free to look.

Take care

Trent

Sorry, double post

Brilliant work mate. Totally engaging. I will check out your other work too and will post some of my own soon.

Chris