Chick Orlando

Joined July 2021

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The Monster
I wish I was a monster without pride A dog without bite A night without chill A master without whip David without stone
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Syndrome Song
I am in constant desire to find somewhere new Far from established friends and familiar eyes I want to be an unknown, then I could be anything
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Simone
"I love you Simone" I said "I know Bart" said Simone Reaching past the space between us and touching my softly burning greatest feature I found a condom on the night stand
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
On Wickedness//Sadness Song//Song of Evaporation
So wicked am I I cannot even cry Yet wickedness still is a trait of my circumstances A réaction de animus, an unhelpful disguise
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Accepting Ayers
Darkly I smirk to myself, staring at the words on the page I feel a dim solipsism uproot itself from the tip of my spine and spread notes of dissatisfaction that I know will be ever present, evermore
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Songs for Hearts in Repair
This feels impending, this feels like doom Like a helicopter passing overhead soon I don't know what I swallowed I can't remember
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Lament For The Forgotten Druid's of the Black Forest Who Had Their Skin Flayed and Bodies Burned
I listen only to the wild and cathartic singing of the trees I see the path of the ancestors and what Man has done to the forest
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Eldest Daughter of Someone's Father
Wrap me in warmth so tenderly I don't notice and so tightly I won't forget Sing me a poem of the turpentine sniffers, the gasoline artists, the fence sitters, the gender performers, the powder lickers, the shit stirrers and the pillow fluffers
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Love is a Rock
Love is a rock that you put on the shelf to stare at and to admire Guests will walk by as they are leaving and say "oh that's nice!"
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
If You're Going To Feel Trapped, Don't Do It Alone
I'll bring a ball of string, to our next supper You may interrogate me, among other things, on lovers Walls will be built, and they will be sturdy
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
The Wanting
I want a love that twists and bends, that shakes and jerks when you poke it A love that feels soft to touch, rough to others, but not too much
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets
Trains are Strange (a, b and c)
(a) I never get on a train unless I know I can get off when I want I used to think the same of lovers Because "indefinite" scared me more than a stranger in the dark, more than a speeding bullet
By Chick Orlando3 years ago in Poets