vampiric whore house
a fearful symmetry
of cleavers for something to love

opium addicted
pearly satin's copulate
a continent of curves
ovoid rectums and raw mouths
in a ritual of sadistic etiquette
drenching phallus tongued spit
like gales of flames
at a masochists invitation
for foot blooded kisses
and heated lopped breast

Once I went to the fair
On the green near my house
I went with my friend
She was my only friend
And we went together
Just us walking amongst
Other fair goers
Being cool
Feeling lost
Smelling popcorn
And wet grass underfoot

Then spinning and turning
Whirling metal
With screeching brakes
And voices
Tinged with hysteria
Screaming music
beat
beat
Beating and thumping
Shaking me
Shaking us
Awakening something

Love is not a pretty ride
A fairground fantasy
Love is never careless flowers
Or just saying those words to me

Love is an effort – Love is a choice
Love is a kindness in hand
Love is an offer - a sweet tone of voice
More effort to understand
Love is a truism – a place to rejoice
Love disappears on ‘demand’

Phenylethylamine
The heady ride of ‘spark”
But this hormone is only a catalyst
Love is comfort, no matter how stark

I travelled once to the land of imagery
Where I bumped into a poe-tree
That fruits a tasting variety
Of alliteration and simile
I dunno, they fell on me
Ever since I scribble poetry.

We connect the dots
When we’re deep in thought
A million synapses in the brain

We take the time
To make the perfect rhyme
Like the meadow needs the rain

Cause life don’t always
Make much sense
But when it does
It’s so immense

It’s the engine
The steam engine
To our train

Hey all! Katie here. I’ve had the pleasure of re-joining the Neo team – helping with social media. Some of you might remember me from my chat committee days pre-2011. I’ve been on and off the site since, though admittedly due to life circumstances I’ve spent more time away.

2:00 A.M., woken, rain,
pain and stiffness, bothersome,
listening,
heartbeat trying to keep time with the night stand clock,
or to the steady drip of rain from a leaking eavestrough.
so much noise!
i can't determine which sound was winning the race,
rain slows, drip slows, heart beats, beat, beat,
clock ticks, ticks ticks,
pain requires a shift and subsides,
rain stops, but the drip carries on,
drip, drip, drip, but slows to a slow drip,
the heartbeat slows,
the clock ticks on,

Whew, that was a rocky hill
and pretty steep along the way
so I'll take a rest right here until
the cool of evening comes my way.
.....This old stump will make a comfy seat.

From here I can not see the valley
where this long walk had first begun,
it's far too distant now to see
in the fading light of setting sun.
.....I've come so far on tired old feet.

Through the filligree of naked branchlets,
Across an unknown spanse
A body of water, pool of mystery
The focal point, a divine evergreen
My heart cries out – “a gum!”
An “Emerald city” dream in gorgeous teal
Through crimson twiggery.
These woven branches –
alveoli, stretching out into the world
Oxygen out – CO2 in
Our antithesis of spending
We owe a debt to these
Across the world this image springs
Upon my glowing screen
& brings to me an awe of pleasant reverie
A gift from a friend