it’s too monday for all this.
Snap, Crackle, Pop.
That singer Dwele talked about it
he called it - - don’t wake the baby.
Snap, Crackle, Pop.
The sounds that I hear
The sounds of caps opening.
Caps opening lips fluttering
And I just want some rest.
But I got rice krispies down the hall.
Bowls of them
and the milk and mutha’fuckin honey that flows
Leaves feel goods in the bathroom sink
Residue in dress shoes
and festering smells leaking off
Bowls and bowls telling me… .
Why don’t we chill no more.
Because Rice Krispies are too busy being Cereal Killers.
I lay with Eyes wide shut
Mouths Closed parted
in the stillness…..
I hear footsteps by my quarters
As more milk is poured down his back
Of his dick…
And straight into the bowl of it
The sound of it
The gore of it
I’m fucking narcoleptic
With fits of insomnia
Because the infidelity of it all
Flesh on Flesh snapping
Moaning voices crackling
… and in the stillness of my room
Kellogg’s would need to consider re-marketing.
Cuz they ain’t got shit
On the way
Pulls out… .
©2007 Quillium C. Wordsmith
I wrote this poem about a former roommate and all the sounds I heard every time he had a date over. lol this was fun.
you don’t always have to prove or show that you’re not to be overpowered or dominated. why can’t you be held and lifted and taken care of every now and then? do you not like being dominated?
i’m not here to make you feel “weak” in any way. sometimes i just wanna kiss and sleep. the wrestling is fun. and the first time i emerged from your aggression, i walked around my apartment shirtless wearing my bruises proudly. secretly, but proudly.
sometimes i just want you to moan, let me tongue you down, and fall asleep with my face nestled between your thighs. without you being all cannibalistic.
and if i keep telling people i ain’t shit
watch what power is in this stubby ass fucking tongue.
i have to get liquor in this house.
enjoy y’alls humping day.
one that counts.
I had a dream just now that there was a deeper bass line to Flying Lotus’ “Getting There” and it sent chills to my core.
I had on headphones so the chills were almost like the chills I get from the warm/cool combination I feel when someone is licking in my ear.
And before I knew it I was dozing. On the bus stop. And I’d stopped breathing. In ecstasy. And then the music pulled me. Showed me that this cuntshitass bus hadn’t showed yet.
I hate this whore of a bus.
When Men Use Lotion as Lube
1. it feels amazing when you’re beating it
2. you can’t tell what’s nut and what’s lotion afterwards
3. you clean off
4. it itches
5. it really itches
6. you’re in public but you can’t scratch
7. you get home and you figure out the best way to scratch the hell out of the itch
8. after 20 minutes of scratching, yes, you gave yourself herpes.
It’s horrific. Then the healing begins which is like, wow - the skin of my dick has dandruff like a bitch. It turns all flaky. And essentially you’re too embarrassed to get head from anyone because your dick looks like it got stung by a bee, ran out into traffic, and didn’t survive.
What a day:
My body is an asshole:
Back in picture mode:
And this is why I put my phone on silent and ignore anyone with a fucking pulse
Question for the general public:
How do u handle a crush?