40 Year Old Virgin

Imagine going home every night
to a cold bottle of beer and,
a mother wasted on the couch after
watching her favorite soap. Still,
with the remote in her hand,
awakened now and then by her own
snore and sleep talks in between.
It was at that one particular night
when he decided to take his bottle
with him near the window, that he caught
sight of a brown dog licking his
white dog Chelsea's cunt. With big gulps,
he anticipated what would become. Only
to realize that the brown one was Chelsea's
own pup which, two years ago, he gave out to
a neighbor he's been fantasizing about.
He let out a sigh and his gaze turned to
his asleep mother on the couch. His eyes
fixated on those two bulges that seemed
to burst every time she took a long and
heavy breath. I nourished your body with
my milk, see, you never got sick.
He pictured them erect and taut at his very own
voraciousness as a babe, savaging those
now sagging breasts. It was then he realized,
A cold beer is never enough to call it a night...


By Fallen (10/17/08)-Poetry and Poets-Friendster

The Last Rendezvous

It’s a day I have forever been searching,

And forever been wishing,

In dream a mind would never find,

In a place no memory would decline.

If we ever meet,

There would be a tale called “Rendezvous”,

Woven with memories of us two,

And only in the mind, these memories were vivid.

More vivid than the eyes could remember,

And retain longer than the mind could do,

If then the grip be feeble,

Our tale would be testament to our Rendezvous’.

Reluctant to call it our Rendezvous’,

If only I could know it'll be our last,

I will hold your hands and through

Loud whisper: how dearest you are to us.

If we could not live forever

Together, our tell-tale will,

But I could not describe any lengthier,

As God will break-envy this insurmountable will.

Never wished it could end so hasty,

The pain we endured and the fondness especially,

To this brief day could be our last Rendezvous,

Only sorrow could complete our story true.