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Illusions of Trust

December 13th, 2009 by BlackwoodPress.com

I want to have a private email account,
I don’t think we should know each others passwords
why?
because I don’t think I can help myself
like Sharon?
no, I just felt like a schmuck
what do you mean?
You know that girl that kept emailing you
I checked your email
what about the idea of trust?
like I blew it ?
no, like I have nothing to hide from you
so I don’t need to keep you from it
I mean if I am going to be completely honest with you
right?
ya, but I ended up feeling worse for doing it,
I felt like a stalker
I think you’re a little sensitive about it
you had a weak moment
its not like you’ve stalked anyone before

Right?
right.
did you at least get some peace of mind?
ya but,
I see no reason not to give you my password

You can squeeze my lemons until the juice runs down my leg

December 8th, 2009 by BlackwoodPress.com

“You can squeeze my lemons
until the juice runs down my leg.”
Robert
Johnson

water water
water sweat
water drink
little water desert leaks
as water needles keep

Got pulled over already!
62 in a 55
lonely State-ee
wanted a friend
conversation and a warning

Now my nose is starting to bleed
again

2500 RPMs

December 3rd, 2009 by BlackwoodPress.com

The red opening into the hills
as we crossed the border
was in stark contrast to the browns
coming out of South Dakota
now we could see contours gently rolling
and in the distance comes steps of plateaus
soon we will be closer to the sun
pushing the blanketed heat into the 100’s
rocks above ground and trees are now
prevalent, no more solitary leaved trunks
but rows of blue needled trees dotting the buttes

2 Night Stop: As He Talks To No One Else, Might She Understand?

November 25th, 2009 by BlackwoodPress.com

high so high
as you type on corona lightly
feeling the talk in the silence
play across my shoulders
down my lower back
Wait!
they have been gone
but ten minutes too long
and I have yet not to sit
just like your name
I had a Joe-lt at the door
my subconscious went walking
heel to toe on your shores
watched out for jellies
watched out for sharks
watched out for the way
and still got lost

now I lament
as I stabbed my index digit tip
clearing the rez from my pinch
I’ve snapped the beans
already shucked the corn
now just stole a nip of wine
sitting by the typewriter side
in air conditioned coolness
the dry air evaporates
the moisture on my skin
taste the earth
and taste the fruit
tickles my palate
as it washes down
the Dakota Line

Sex Ed.

November 19th, 2009 by BlackwoodPress.com

I am a veteran of your foreign war
just like money or settles to score
I implore to let go of two more
so I can or may, give back to the poor
fighting over maps and directions
she flogs my wisdom and looking/finding skills
by pinching my thigh with blinding reflection
she’s a fruit in big bird shoes
quoting primal attraction to same sex Jews

like an endless supply of sperm
Elmo may learn that external genitalia
is something not to seek
or just something to learn
especially within tenets set
through heads of Lutheran Schools

finding much more than
looks under dresses for risqué peeks
burning fever bush looks like Oscar the Grouch
in the trash she learns of all the she needs
those infertile and fat pouches
bleeding hearts growing downtown
soft like sodden ground

Out the House and Into the Car

November 15th, 2009 by BlackwoodPress.com

This side of the moment or mountain
Names for a baby, bottle nipple high
Near a dead animal dumb and counting
A deseminule lie re-lived like a dead fly

a sticky day, long roads ahead
x-ray glasses and pink briefs listening
virtual gardens, glorified yuppies in beds
dew drops and gum balls
tacky lips glistening

In Eastern union, camel smoke
national 4×4 scooter race awoke singing
Maryland blues by a greenish toke
high steep energy like Mt. Rose face

Yorkshire four wheel truck salvage
mixed in Lewinsky stink
wax lipped kissed package
in a white powder lick

In Rutter’s, the butter’s by far convenient
the best 24hr. deli, my belly
fairy full of Rainier cherries

knees bruised blue yellow
too much work for me too
a lubrication fool, pitted stomach
½ a joke drunk through nostril shoes

quell my fears of grandparent views
like big apple bagels too many to choose
for what should hold close
to my skin on Freeland St.
Clues?

like a metal horse cock
riding in the free wind
odd like my red colored sock
rocks like wooly sheep locks

trip traveled 3 blocks
in this shitty free red box
on we go west direct a long walk
across specific country spots

Baby In The New World, by Joe Greenwood

October 14th, 2009 by BlackwoodPress.com
Baby In The New World

Baby In The New World

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