At night
I can hear my teeth whisper
how they are losing their bite
no longer bathing in seas of foul language
in the empty cave
conspiring
longing for action
to be plunged into something beyond
until the gums bleed
and wake
the mouth of war
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She could lose herself on an Aegean island
I would lose time on an Aegean island
In Greece you can have an easy day
But hardly an easy life
A day under the sun in the sea
Shooting the breeze
Waking up on a terrace
And you are already a day behind
#poem#poetry#life#love#travel
Once he did care to admit
they did not fuck on their wedding night
they took turns reciting poems
as they would every other night
only there were no books in the suite on their wedding night
they had to read by heart
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On an afternoon in May
it creeps up on me
I have never read Baudelaire
I have never read Grass
only English translations of their writings
I wasnโt good at french
never thought I would need it
I was never taught german
couldnโt care
learn a language where
traum means dream
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The booze is there but i hardly touch it
The guitars are there but i haedly touch them
The books are there but i hardly touch them
The minimotos are there but i hardly touch them
I touch beach sand in November
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Nicholson borrowed from Hank
in Wolf
choice of words, pace, nonchalance
disdain for duties, protocol and process
his superficial love of women
a more refined and almost sober paper pusher
Charles Bukowski with a farcical taste for literature
Chat Gpt says Iโm wrong
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You know that kind of drunk
almost piss drunk
but eager for one more
almost one more
fridge empty
water bottles, salami that never goes bad
a purple onion and a Kopparberg
my #angel
Only whereโs the expiration date?
round the neck, down the bottom?
expiration, expiration, expiration
lid on my lips
canโt take a sip without the expiration date
not Hank after all
Iโm not
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I #scowl at typos
unless they 're mine
then I'm lenient
It's the universe's fault
or yours
That's why I'm going nowhere as a writer
guess I'll have to make an honest living
away from wordsmithing
August is here
Conscience is on vacation
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โLate in your thirties
chose your groove and found your pace
youโll be sorely disillusioned
once sheโs sitting on your faceโโโโRory V. โ๏ธ ๐ฅ https://t.co/mAsbt4OSIx
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She sneaks into my home
on the table she lays flowers
I was paying not much attention
wrapped in my Leopard Towels
Coming fresh out of the shower
I exclaim a few good vowels
she is Jane I am Tarzan
wrapped in my Leopard Towels
Says sheโll eat me whole
Iโm a man who wonโt cry foul
she approaches and caresses
pulls away my Leopard Towel
Now Iโm starkers standing still
wears the bath sheel like a cowl
rushed her way into the shower
she loves best my Leopard Towel
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A Dream of Naples
I still dream of Naples
the dirt the stench the style
nonchalance acceptance
and a smile
Find your voice in the toilet
then be creative in the gutter
mix throwaway color patterns
and learn to trade in barter
I still dream of Naples
a country in its own right
ugliness obscured
in a floating canvas flight
I still dream of Naples
cheap and still bespoke
sleeping on my side
drunk- so I donโt choke
-Rory V.
Originally published on iPoetry on #medium
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a thoroughfare of dreams
smooth rolling bicycles
walkers slowly sipping
coffees and breathing
clear crisp air on a late
September afternoon
discussing how nice the
world has turned out
since all of our troubles
#vss365#thoroughfare
some graves
do not yellow
some endings
multiply the vertigo
departures lean
under the #umbrella
of growing pains
bodies burn
through every age
words break
the silence
a weight we carry
a truth we learn
too late
#vss365#poetry ๐ธ M. Nikolaisen
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In the evening, the sky wears a #collar of stars. The silk of the gloves hugs my fingers. I feed my iguana with cookies soaked in champagne. I open a package of silk stockings.
The door opens by itself, and you step in. I stare at you. You are in by your own volition. One kiss and you borrow my tears. One touch, and I borrow your pain. A passage rite. I keep a coffin adorned with lilies in my bedroom. I sleep besides death like Sarah Bernhardt.
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