Two Poems I'm Digging

PLEASE (Chad)

Pack a bag, then forget to leave the house. Stay in,
imitate any language but love. One shouldn’t fake

an orgasm or English. Instead, just wing-it. Have ugly sex
with the lights off. Finger-tap sweaty palms beneath

the balminess of bedsheets.

Tell each other about the body you’re in.

“Sometimes not-touching is almost touching.”

Like how I have never seen the stomach erode
or even get upset, yet I understand these phenomenons.

Go ahead, get to know me. You might find anything
in my medicine cabinet: Salt, tequila, lime, or the moon.

These days, my spirit is an abandoned building.
(I read an article recently about Disney's abandoned parks.)

What turns you on? Prayer, penetration, being bound or impersonated?
Let’s make love to I’m Telling You For The Last Time. 

How about BDSM after fifty-cent wing night at the Holy Wing Bucket?

Never-mind, fuck-it.

I thought this poem was absolutely hilarious. Finding the moon in one's medicine cabinet is an awesome image. I almost used the same line from Samyn's book too.

“Dreaming is Safe for Some” (Carly)

I left your intense and promising eyes

last night as you waved goodbye

from your lit door.

When the door slammed shut

the shadows consumed you

and me as well.

My head hit its safe landing

and my dreams obsessed over you.

I was lost in them for the night

and now you would be lost

for eternity.

Without me.

A familiar knock and a familiar face

is how I started day one.

Followed by this never ending

stream down my cheeks.

Then a hospital bed and IV’s

and lastly, a straight line.

Closed eyes.

Infinite dreams.

Everything in this poem can be vividly seen and felt. I thought it was a really engaging, well-executed narrative.