by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Writing

Through, Me!

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A

disgusting filth animal

violates me … My space, my face

as he coughs

into it.


As I walk past, see

him suck his lungs in, throw his

head back, rancidly exhale …

Feel the sick and hear the

wetness gurgle

deep and

through

me.

COVER. YOUR. MOUTH.

a public service announcement

by Jeff Glovsky

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by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Works in Progress, Writing

Unwritten

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No Babies

Jeff Glovsky / Photo of Jglo

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I’ll start it!  I’ll start the dance!

Fish twist and wish

to be connected.  Primal

tappings into something longing

as the two of us.

Sustained piss shiver, poison throat,

and need.  Quake, flop

and sway a little…Heed the drum

and feed the Hunger flaming

up your Soul …

Conga
by Jeff Glovsky

 

I threw a Poem

and no one came …

 

At the beginning of January,  I posted a few unfinished Random Poetix, and invited participation in adding a line or two.  Though a few of you “liked” this, I only heard silence … There was not one WordSpeak-ing …

So I’ve added my own lines … I play with myself!

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doodle, doodle #1)

certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,

across love covered, self-righteous

breakfast tables

you and I fornever

always


#2)

I’ve woke up broke

before

but not broken

beneath

broken promises,

furious eyes


#3)

In the slice knife that is

A.M., I cut through

to get my things done

Cross Raspail, boulevard Leclerc

I fax a note to dear old Dad …

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Feel free to contribute still …

&

Always be a poet, even in prose.

– Charles Baudelaire

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by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Writing

Doodlin’ the New Year

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This Happy Nu Year

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I’ll start it!  I’ll start the dance!

… then you come in with a line or two and we keep it going:  I’ll choose three (3) lines from your submissions to my three (3) poetry doodles below, in January.

At the end of January, I’ll post the nine (9) lines that I select … your best lines, which best seem to flow and complement each set of my words, my lines, below … and then you can vote to help us build …

(y)our new poems.

Alles klar?  Alles gute!

doodle, doodle #1)

certitudes, loud ‘certainties’,

across love covered, self-righteous

breakfast tables

what’s the next line, Jaspar?


#2)

I’ve woke up broke

before

but not broken

… Yo!  help me out, yo


#3)

In the slice knife that is

A.M., I cut through

to get my things done

Where am I?  Anyway?

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Send me your orphans — your left lines and Good Ones — or new lines and images you conjure, to complement my three (3) poetical doodlings, above …

&

Always be a poet, even in prose.

– Charles Baudelaire


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