tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post2897670492176138092..comments2023-07-12T03:49:56.593-07:00Comments on CombatWords!: CombatWords February 11, 2011: Sales, Commerce and the People Who Love ThemKhakjaan Wessingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-11820673975589836192011-02-12T03:08:33.288-08:002011-02-12T03:08:33.288-08:00Asians been doing it for years,
Yet here I stand a...Asians been doing it for years,<br />Yet here I stand and finger my plastic;<br /><br />There's imperfection in the affection,<br />but the slackers transaction<br />brings traction to the action,<br /><br />Cuddle me silly, charge me per hour,<br />while I pour the wine that opens the flower,<br />And you can only blame my wallet's resilience,<br />But the only thing matters is the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-57446158099222608702011-02-11T23:01:00.330-08:002011-02-11T23:01:00.330-08:00Vise Sales, Vice Sails [CombatWords Poem, February...Vise Sales, Vice Sails [CombatWords Poem, February 11, 2011]<br /><br />The purchase one dare not speak or name<br />Has purchased the fullest claim,<br />All secrets, its blame.<br /><br />Gilded pussy-pounce:<br />Cats devour the sea by ounce;<br />Rubs the pole in buxom dollar bounce.<br /><br />Speak me so horny, yowl in the heat;<br />Star in a movie conceit:<br />Plasma from starbeats. <br Khakjaan Wessingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05501187261486087495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-33119619329227196272011-02-11T22:53:05.544-08:002011-02-11T22:53:05.544-08:00committed
i am a mole
living between walls
cling...<b>committed</b><br /><br />i am a mole <br />living between walls<br />clinging to lathe strip<br />drywall mud<br />dragging my pink tail <br />through six miles of dust<br /><br />i suck hot suspicion<br />between paranoid halls<br />their voices vibrate<br />i poke my fringed nose out<br />fresh air upon my stained claws<br />deaf and blind and oh so dumb<br /><br />mom has her knives out<br HikiMadwomanhttp://twitter.com/hikimadwomannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-14340282523043998742011-02-11T21:20:38.307-08:002011-02-11T21:20:38.307-08:00Fiji Mermaid
She sits at the spinet, her knuckles...Fiji Mermaid<br /><br />She sits at the spinet, her knuckles encrusted <br />with diamonds, the sparkling evidence of her recent E-bay spree. <br />She grins as she withdraws notes<br />from the Cole Porter Credit Union. I sit on the couch and try to calculate <br />the days until that most financially romantic of holidays. <br />“You’d be so easy to love,” she warbles, but the fact remains<br />Seann McCollumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336078093080875959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1593358805415544056.post-88667258263512750412011-02-11T16:27:51.125-08:002011-02-11T16:27:51.125-08:00Dear Object of My Desire,
I called her cold
and s...Dear Object of My Desire,<br /><br />I called her cold<br />and she responded by<br />adjusting her caller ID.<br /><br />I was desirous,<br />persistent, lustful<br />and determined.<br /><br />She was aloof,<br />ambivalent, gated<br />and on another line.<br /><br />My best tenders<br />were deftly rebuffed<br />while her yield flagged.<br /><br />What could she possibly see<br />in that Steven Marty Granthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12025403178005766557noreply@blogger.com