Corazon De Julio.

Corazon De Julio.
Heart Of July.

An empty anxiety.
It lingers in my arm,
like the first time I staggered across the street
without the amiable squeeze,
of my mother's hand.
I waited on the other side,
for her smile.

Her uneasiness is a poet's suicide.
Isn't that right Ms. I need a MAN to find my woMANhood?
She took the arrows of a god that shits in diapers,
and gently whimpered into my ear.
"Please, Brian, don't leave me naked on this bed."
As if a bitch needs clothes.

I am not your opium of flesh.
I wish you would look at me
and see yourself.
Sans comfort.
Sans effort.
Sans understanding.

And know that there is nothing missing from my heart,
but if I did have a hole in my chest,
trust that you'd be buried six feet under.

I liked this piece Sharp, the beginning was a great way to start off as it opened the story perfectly. The second stanza confused me somewhat and i didn't really like your word choice, it seemed to read like you couldn't find better wording. The final two stanzas were poignant though, particularly the last and i loved the image you created with your final two lines. Well written man, it's been a while since i've read your work, hopefully i won't miss out for so long again.

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I thought that this poem was excellent.. The feeling is very solemn and somber.. I liked that alot.. The second stanza was my the part that caught my eye the most.. The emotion of this piece was great very felt.. "Please, Brian, don't leave me naked on this bed." As if a bitch needs clothes. Loved this line..