By Oldepunk
The smell of rotting agendas always waft in your wake. I’ve grown accustomed to your sand storm daffodils. It’s not what you once were, but what you could be that still intrigues me. Potential, potentially terminal, with velocity. Sniper taking aim, the looks you throw with abandon. I lie still sometimes and pretend I can hear the screaming in your eyes. I would have given it all for you, you know. I do not think it would have mattered to you. You are the song Reptile by The Church. I can see you sauntering and stalking in the sun by the beach every time I hear that song. Which is often, ’cause I like to pick at open wounds. The bloody mouth of puckering pink skin attempting to heal is such a turn on and a visceral reminder of your violence, my violet-skinned lecher. Your Krispy Kreme coochy-coos hardening my arteries. And then, slow syrupy suicidal sex. Something in me went dormant when you left. I vaguely remember why, but it’s fuzzy like flash backs from a blackout or a bad trip. Which I only had once or twice, but that was more than enough to keep from doing it again. I would for you though, if you wanted to. Crashing around in the forest at dusk under deep November skies and yelling fuck-all to the universe. You were always the spark that started Devil’s Night. A goddess of Bacchus’ loins. There was nothing I would not have done for you. I died when you left. The husk remains, with the frozen portraits of your jack o’lantern smile burned into my retinas. My skin still shudders with the traces of your touch. My gypsy witch, evil love cursing the hearts around you like a speedball on fentanyl on meth that is the last run of the roller coaster and heart is pounding and I will be with you soon and my veins are flame and my heart is a jackhammer and I will be in you soon and I will kill you soon and soon I am coming for you my beautiful malady with the melody of death on my lips… and a fistful of sand storm daffodils.
image courtesy of Pinterest and Awkward Family Photos
Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry.
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Your work is always a pleasure to read, dear friend.
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Thank you Henna!
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Wild and forceful. Love the language.
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thank you David!
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wIIIIcked. Loved it!
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Hey thanks Mick!
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Goddammit! Holy fuckin shit! Jesus literary masterpiece Christ! Sorry. I think I’m done now. I guess excessively swearing has always been a side effect of coming into contact with something so brutally, brilliant. I really do love this piece.
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Thank you for the effusive and profane praise! I really, really appreciate it.🍻🙌
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Holy smokes….that’s amazing!
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Thanks very much Laurie 🙏
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You’re welcome ❤
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Holy cats OP.
(And I have seen that photo before hahaha I love that you used it.)
Wow. Just wow.
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Your support and readership mean the world to me. Thank you so much Vanessa ❤
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Dennis! Thank you!! What a kind thing to say! The honour is always mine ❤
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❤😊🍻
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🐨🍻
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Reblogged this on The Lithium Chronicles and commented:
Oldepunk blown my mind, like out of this world. This is one of the best ever.
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This is hands down one of the best pieces I have ever read, god this is excruciatingly brutal. So gorgeous. Well done sir.
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You are too kind! Thank you Nicole, you are always so supportive. Much love my friend 🙏❤
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I can’t even with this. It is so good, sharing everywhere and again, whoa!
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Thank you!!
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Don’t let the title fool you– Olde Punk scorches the screen with this one.
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🍻❤
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Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
O.P. is a true G. Love to you, bro.
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Thank you K🙏❤❤
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You’re most welcome 🙂 ❤
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This is truly inspired writing
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Thank you sir🙏
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This was a perfect bubble, and one I wish I were able to write. Well done my friend!
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Thank you so much S.K. When I wrote this I was thinking I hope it sounds as cool as Mr Nicholas 🍻
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You’re too kind 😉 It sounds far cooler than anything I could come up with.
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Thanks man 🙏
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Wonderful piece of writing from my friend in Dallas. Oldepunk constantly finds ways to raise the bar. Bravo!
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Thank you Jasper. You are always an inspiration my friend.
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When I saw that you had written a poem named “Daffodils” I was confused. Then I read it. And it scorched the screen. And all was well with my world again.
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LoL, ha, I tricked you. I wrote something sweet once 😁. Thank you ⛅
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Incredible!
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Thank you for saying so Aurora 🙏 ❤
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You are most welcome
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more, more!
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Heh, thanks Sam 😈❤
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