Skip to content
Linespedia

sex and suicide

By St Alcohol

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

old friends by the coffee table looking over magazines of suicide fasionable... but sex is so much more fun when it's hidden, in the trees of the path, off the path you grin methodically, a sincere secret we join, one big pushme-pullme and days after, weeks, static rings and we sit wasting air time just listining to our breath typing, vegging, just being together in a very sensual analog oh stupid rain, that makes my socks wet and uncomfortable and her bad day, paint, marines e-5's and 3's Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 24 2002 03:35 PM PST   0 • 10

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"old friends..."

Attribution & Rights

Author:St Alcohol

Source:AllPoetry

"old friends..." by St Alcohol

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Classified Tags

Related lines

"she smiles, saluting at half-mast a dead man mourned with half high flag he laughs, at the poor sod who thinks himself a conquerer, a flagpole; with no banners the dysfunctions of attentions the atten..."

"i don't know what what to say what to say to bring that smile that i see when we are lying close when i ponder in my head how how i can ask for this forever you have created no anger, no angst no ha..."

"i don't own a gun the gun is nothingness i need the rack for somethingness i have no gun i am of a nothingness but the rack is there to show them off i have a gun, of a somethingness to rack, the rac..."

"obey me times ten the ringing old interruption while we fuck on the couch did i say fuck? my literate taste old renissance man meant making love and the world will revolve and times... and i'm a ma..."

"standing like banner-held aloft, on a horse like Quixote, half-limp, God, oh burden-moulin hype and whats wrong with that to make me feel... giddy soldiers, shores shoulders, such a slope,..."

"in the green i am god oh golden god of green to trees and rubish as a green god goes and brown the streaks upon my green the leaves that left and break blue skies into VanGogh old madman green god a..."

St Alcohol

About St Alcohol

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"she smiles, saluting at half-mast a dead man mourn..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.