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are you there, bill?

remember how my hip bones grazed your cheeks
how your slither bent me sideways
and fish spawned from your waistcoat?
we were make-love and bruise
smash and dandelion;
i wanted you, one foot in the bucket
seeds falling like parachutes.
the scars began to appear by your tin-cup birthday
when i kissed those blue curaçao lips;
the blackness i once drank from
the blackness of you
at the bottom of the milk glass, all that liquid
splitting my insides, and loneliness
drifting in the churn.
no one can shame us for holding on
to something yellow
or green or blue that can bloom or fade and die.
well here I am, still standing under a rain cloud
cruel as ever you wanted me,
and there you are, still hard in the milk jug
armed if ever i break you.
you're not too old to dance with me
you sloth motherfucker.

3 Dec 13

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I like it. I don't Love it, Nor Hate It. I like it.
 — unknown

Thanks, I'm having fun with it, as a "doodle" I guess.

when it's been some time between bills, it can be a challenge, which is fine. This still needs some marinate, it's not quite living up to my usual goulash.
 — jenakajoffer

ah, i love this jen!! and lol @ the footnote. dumb bill. i bet he's really just an 80 yr old woman living in a trailer park.

pics bill, or it's not true! :-D
 — mandolyn

I've been tweaking and finding my selves all night making myself laugh ;)

Yep the italics gut me, lol. Thanks for reading, and yeah bill is waaay older than me now.
 — jenakajoffer

This poem was mostly inspired by my burping veal
 — jenakajoffer

captivating as always. i wish i could write like this. :-D
 — unknown

Further reasons why you remain my #1 female poet and have been for YEARS!  Love, love, LOVE the vibe, the craft, the images, the whole NINES!  xo!
 — starr

thanks unknown!!

hi Starr, thanks for the we-vibe, lol! you know, i love bill wherever he is, whoever he is, and he is always my happiest poem. xoxox :D
 — jenakajoffer

Awww!  Yup!  There's always that "someone" who makes those "happiest" poems, Jen!  Usually homeless people whom has passed on for ME after working at the shelter for 6 years!  xoxoxo!  :-)
 — starr

*have passed."  Sorry!  Crazy at work today!  Love u, buddy!  xo!
 — starr

well Starr, in this case it's my "imaginary" friend ;)
 — jenakajoffer

:)  A Bill poem!  Yay!
 — sybarite

I wish I was Bill <3
 — unknown

I watched Silence of the Lambs in your honour after reading this!
 — sybarite

I have been glancing at this from the corner of my eye, trying to go full-frontal.

curaçao- i am not sure where that came from, does it linger in the whiskey glass or the milk jug? or is it galliano, liqourice scented and fiery? i think the blackness is his pleading eyes warped in motion, a curling into light as he peers up from the bottom of the well. sheltered so, though bleak in nativity.

hmmm, lots of things about colours, the bees have taken up hiking, i think maybe 'affection from a stranger' is like 69'ing, so both get fed- that's nice. and you can get all up in the air with 'audacity'- makes me think i am Obama or his little pet poodle.  there is hope in this though, and it shivers down my spine.
 — DeformedLion

lines 32-36 are really good, particle accelerating with the last two and it's really cool phrasing, though a stanza beyond you go all "yellow fog" and maybe that's mixing spoons, are these two holding on to the "yellow fog" or is the rainbow just being an asshole?
 — DeformedLion

i sewed this tiny asshole up a little; there were some things i needed to slice.

thanks for the reading, there is much to feel here, it's good you didn't miss out, and i'm sure all the questions are rhetorical/poetry out-smart-me-i-am-too-smart-for-this-poem type comments, so i won't waste my time talking about the pooem.  
 — jenakajoffer

feelings outweigh smarts every time.

good cuts- your so good at editing or, more to the point, i am so bad at it.

my only thought now is: if you leave a cow in a corn field isn't it quite possible that you might lose it? her udders could become engorged or something...? i feel bad for the cow. :p i feel bad for the cow. though i am her, i think maybe it would be nice to have someone wring out my teets...to be a provider. yes, it's all just so fascinating.
 — DeformedLion

i don't think the cow belongs here...that i'll probably save for another memoir; bill is going back to the nursery.
 — jenakajoffer

oh sybie, i am so sorry i missed you up there! thanks for being a fan :)
i never get tired of that movie either!

i really want to read the book; i've read Red Dragon and Hannibal, but never Silence.  I should get it.  
 — jenakajoffer

This tiny little asshole just got some Botox. :D
 — jenakajoffer

"Lines 32-36".......seems you chopped this up quite a bit.

So bloody long ago, getting older makes dancing easier- and i love "love and bruise,/smash and dandelion". killer writing.

maybe 8 is too long syllable wise.
 — DeformedLion