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THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#5997 Feb 2, 2013
The special hurry
of the edges of testicles
into the chins
of bears ain't nothing
to be worried about honey

semen will flee before you
when you do come to life

so do not go overboard until
spring thaw when the bears
are out foraging off
a season’s hunger

just hold that teddy tight
so dreams of the real
thing will be
bearable.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#5998 Feb 2, 2013
“I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me,“Why?”

Why did I cause so much pain?

Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?

Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love?

I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong.

We are not special.

We are not crap or trash, either.

We just are.

We just are, and what happens just happens.

And God says,“No, that’s not right.”

Yeah. Well. Whatever.

You can’t teach God anything.”


― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#5999 Feb 2, 2013
"FREELANCE."

waking at a reasonable hour

you think time is yours

you fool yourself

make coffee

feed the cat

drink the coffee

turn on the television

to get the weather from some blonde

with a fat ass in a tight skirt

find out which middle eastern country

we’re swinging our big limp dick toward this week

continue to fool yourself

jack-off to internet porn

on a handheld device

before you get ready

to jack-off the economy

and pay the rent

but soon the stomach aches

so you eat cold pizza

standing by the open fridge

take the coffee shit

shower

and it feels industrious

shave like a slave

pack a dinner in stained tupperware

the one you’ll nuke

and eat standing by an open microwave

take the afternoon bus

with the other lost idiots

packed like pigs going to the slaughter

slug through those eight hours of misery

only to come home

to stale scotch

outdated cans of beer

baseball scores

as old chinese ladies pick through

your garbage

clanking glass bottles for their fortune

as your sagging bed

beckons you back

to do it all again

tomorrow.


saturday's here



I get on the bed naked

she gets on all fours



let her stick her fingers in my ass

while she wraps the other hand around me

and starts to jerk me off



before she lays down

and has me sit on top of her



sucking my c ock until

i think i might explode



then she tells me to lay down

hopping on top to ride me



until we both come such splendid ecstasy



after, we sit in the bedroom

drinking glasses of cold red wine

kicking the cat off the bed with each furry charge



we hear the sound of the voices outside



people working on their cars

or talking to their neighbors



such fools, i think to tell her



but i don’t



I stay quiet as she sighs beside me

letting the old fans dry the sweat on our bodies

as the red wine chills our insides



thinking some saturdays

are almost too perfect

for the folly of simple words
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#6000 Feb 2, 2013
(poem to the unborn child of
an ex-girlfriend)



your mom liked to lie about her age
she told everyone that she was twenty
when she was sixteen
just sixteen
but that was back then
and your mom liked to hang around
a lot of older guys
she liked to talk about sex
to prove that young women liked sex
she talked about sex with the older guys
and about being twenty years old
and enjoying sex
she was interested in how many partners
a guy had
the more the merrier
you mom said that having a lot of sex was cool


your mom liked to sunbath topless
in the public park
she was very european like that
she watched movies naked
and gave away nude modeling photos of herself
she was skinny and blonde and could eat
whatever she wanted and not gain a pound
she was a hell cat in the sack, too
she was the first chick i ever knew
who swallowed it down and didn’t complain
she rode vigorously
she liked her tits bitten
and her ass slapped when done doggy style
just as long as you didn’t try to fuck her in it
your mom wasn’t one for wearing underwear
in the summer, kid
she liked ice cubes shoved up her c unt
before she was eaten out


but your mom had a kind streak back then, too
she made food for everyone
and bought random gifts
when she was drunk she liked to bum
joints from as many people as she could
and then give them to me
she’d show up at the job with lunch
when she knew that i was broke
and she drove me around when i needed to run rands
your mom stayed over a lot
she’d lay in the bed and skip work
not tell her parents where she was at
risked getting into trouble
all so a guy like me wasn’t so lonely at night
listening to the buses
as they rode up and down the avenue


but your mom was seeing someone
behind my back
she told me that she wasn’t f ucking him
but i never believed her
shit, he could even be your dad
but i doubt it
because that was a long time ago
and your thirty year-old mom
was only sixteen or twenty back then
i’m sure she went through a ton of men
before she found your dad
now, that’s not calling your mom a whore
i’m just saying that she was picky
not that i know anything about her now
or even knew anything then


your mom will be a good mom, i’m sure
she’ll take you to school and make your lunch
and dinner
she’ll love you and bathe you and read books to you
she’ll love your dad and her life
maybe you’ll even get a brother or sister in a few years
when your mom does the laundry
she’ll fold every pair or underwear that she has
and if she catches you smoking weed you better watch out
i’m sure the years have been kind to your mom
i’m sure she’s grown and matured
and hardly remembers the asshole sitting here
writing this poem about her
i’m sure i never even come up in conversation
that’s fine, kiddo
i don’t think about your mom too much either
except on days like this
where i have nothing else to think about
and the ice cubes in my drink taste a bit salty.
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#6001 Feb 2, 2013
I got a penis like a big flashlight all
full of d batteries. D’s are good. I’m
into the way they warm up when I
have seen real dim hours too long.

someone has to sally out
where women keep mace
in their fuzzy titty cup bras

what is a little spicy
in the face if she ends up
being into fresh battery acid?

the heavy duty beam requires some struggle
what more can you seek when your eyes need
to be heavy enough to focus on a long ray of light?
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#6002 Feb 2, 2013
There is no separating the
butter from those creamy cheeks.
You’ve got to go the whole stick
of thigh one black bite at a time.

Enter the warm feelings of digestion pooling on the inside.
A deadly shallow end to make you want to stick your toe in.

All that good yellow shit
smelling and flaking in the morning.
Enough to fix some popcorn in the tub.

Give each sick, hard kernel the go ahead to f uck
a new gap between your teeth to make way for The Darkness.

Take no light along.
She has got to snuff out the moon for a job.
Chances anyone shines through are slim as the fuzz
of reflected sun she shaves away with the blades of her legs.

Best to shut your eyes.
Then you’ll have something
to look for when it is morning......
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#6003 Feb 2, 2013
Two lane triumphs and Cycle
Miles traveled hardly stack up
In my memory any longer
To the later years of self-indulgent
Drug/drink-addled staring at four walls…
almost a half a century has taught me little
But that if I love it
I will lose it…

Born and raised to lead others
To Heaven I have been on the
Road to Hell for decades…
A road I have made my own
Choices to be on every step
It’s true…

A week of sobriety has not made
Anything clearer except that it is
Impossible to sleep…
I feel like I have lost that fine edge
I always carried with me and
That Gnossos Papadopolous immunity
That was always in my pocket…

I have lost my romance my rage,
My dancing has become awkward
And stiff and no longer do I
Hear the soundtrack music when I
Walk the streets…

I continue to sleep alone
When I sleep,
Begging my Angels to come back
But unwilling to bid my demons goodbye…

I remain, true to my nature,
As always,
Like the scorpion that stung the turtle
As he carried him across the river,
A heart full o gold
And a head full of sin….
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST

Brisbane, Australia

#6004 Feb 2, 2013
I dreamed of seven signet silver rings,
And polished agates for your pretty ears,
With teardrop opals like some Siren’s tears,
Until your beauty sings and sings and sings!
I’ve finished with my distant wanderings,
As I’ve come back to you through suitors' sneers,
For you, who like some goddess now appears,
Fit consort for the majesty of kings!

I’ll pour your wine in hammered chalices
And wind you in such silks as few have seen,
I’ll build for you fantastic palaces
Of fine cut stone of chartreuse, pink and green,
Then turn your rosy lips to such a smile
I’ll wed you on a far volcanic isle!

Pull my needy viscera through that buzzing barrier
Into the wetlands' cliffs and peaks.
An arch below you and before you,
The tall pines brush your belly,
Beckoning you inward and outward.

Flow through me like the river does the mountain,
Fly through me like the bird does the breeze

Throw me high into the frothing sky
So I might love the throbbing sun
And breathlessly bow before you
Praying, forehead fused to my knees

We are a phoenix
Redux, reduced, replayed

Jaggedly we traipse through shallow life, apart
Until restless plates rupture molten rock through powdered peaks
Or ever-patient master time clogs our pumping veins
omg

Richmond, VA

#6005 Feb 2, 2013
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST wrote:
<quoted text>(1) Mature audiences only.
(2) Not suitable for people with narrow minds.
(3) The capacity to acquire and apply knowledge required.
(4) Void where prohibited.

Only nyarlathotep, the crawling chaos, you seem to possess
is given a human semblance of intelligence......

In an instant I seemed to see this unnatural contest between a dead intelligence and a breathing mechanism, but only as a spectator--

Such fancies are in dreams; then you've regained your pathetic identity almost as if by a leap forward into a sick mind, and the straining automaton had a directing will as alert and fierce as that of its hideous antagonist.

FYI, My childhood was free of any of the sexual innuendo, you seem to make indirect or subtle, derogatory implications by your sick expression here, therefore I'm unequivocally and positivity. refuting every part of your grubby question in all its malicious overtones ;.

Your attack on me, would lead me to question your own childhood, and the lack of moral convictions.......Just because your Mother and Father were Brother and Sister, there is no need to try to justify you uneducated, misinformed hostility and animosity toward me here.
I continue to stand my ground u really need to seek help. Until u heal u won't be able to feel. In my opinion u r crying out for help. Best of luck to you.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6006 Feb 2, 2013
Someday,
in a city
somewhere..

he stands on an island platform
awaiting the Westbound.
As it approaches, he turns to look

and their eyes lock-
hers smile, as at a returning soldier;
his soften in quiet revelation.

It is a long look-
then she disappears suddenly
into an Eastbound car

and sits between
a window
and her duffel bag,

which she moves instinctively
after a few moments
to make room.

They avoid talk,
especially the obligatory
“have we met?”

because they understand the answer
is no,
and also yes.

How many lifetimes
has it taken?
he wonders

as he touches her hand;
her fingers wrap around his,
and they ride off in silence

save for a few low voices
and the rhythmic clacking of wheels
beneath them.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6007 Feb 2, 2013
I can not always claim to be a poet
Sometimes I’d rather swallow myself
Than to write down what died that day
But I can claim to be better than the way
My bones bang together
When I am too busy bending

I find myself swallowing hammers
Filling myself up with the taste of metal
Because metal is smart enough not to bend
In the first place
And even though I keep pages filled
I don’t always know what to say

Sometimes--
Even those that sleep with suitcases under their tongue
Lose their words
And I would love to consider myself the one
That’s good with the comebacks
The perfect punch lines
But personally
I hate punch lines
I hate lines

Lines make me nervous
Like I am expected to continue
The idea that we are not full of bullshit
That we are not full of waiting
Waiting--
For the line that brings us to our knees
Because the air that comes out of us
Can be just as dangerous as the fist
We hide in our pockets

So I admit
I can’t always claim
To be a poet
Because sometimes I’d rather swallow myself
Than to write down
What died
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6008 Feb 2, 2013
Lovers
of a sad sad song
...weeping over lovely sins!
...a night's guitar and violins
on this computer radio
when Autumn's cusp
leans on with chills
like bloody drops on virgin snow
numbed just enough
in dagger thrust
in contemplating such a kiss
by lonely cigarettes and pills
...and moments of an easier bliss
in memories of long ago...
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6009 Feb 2, 2013
I am sorry
I took her from you
I am sorry
You went into reverse
The moment I appeared
But I refuse be still waters
I like to move
I like to move
I am moving
I know you both tried
To shield me from things
But my heart is still red
Even after all that
And there is no shame
In living
And you may be
A boy going backwards
And she may be a ghost
That never learned how to die
But I cannot apologize
For moving and
changing my persona (again)

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#6010 Feb 2, 2013
THE MAMMOTH DENTIST wrote:
<quoted text>
*
*
*
*
afflict me with your love
infect me with your poison;
you paralyze me to the point
I can’t breathe, you’re beautiful
and you’re kinder than a kiss
of a butterfly as you gyrate
your hips into mine; you’re
unforgettable like a sun star.
I want to be in your poem
astronomically intimate
unexpected wonder
fucking tender
laying on your sleeping seas
A tongue of fire
down your middle
waves like whip cream
Written by
CYP

This moment brings a stellar collision

The merging of two stars

Spiraling inward

I launch myself

At your heart

Giving birth to a Devine supernova

And

It is quiet pulchritudinous

Let me breathe upon your lips

Fill your lungs with my essence

And

Give me the alluring essence

That

Is yours

Touch me with all your desire

Touch me more

There is gentleness

That lye’s in your being

Rarely seen by others

Let me draw from your well

Let it be mine

And

Then

You shall be my poem

My

Lovely

Lovely

Poem

This moment brings a stellar collision

The merging of two stars

Spiraling inward

Launch yourself at my heart

Lay your head upon my bosom

Deposit your love

Tender love

In

My

Flower

In one giant explosion

And

Let

Gravitational ripples

Be

Ours
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6011 Feb 2, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
<quoted text>
Written by
CYP
This moment brings a stellar collision
The merging of two stars
Spiraling inward
I launch myself
At your heart
Giving birth to a Devine supernova
And
It is quiet pulchritudinous
Let me breathe upon your lips
Fill your lungs with my essence
And
Give me the alluring essence
That
Is yours
Touch me with all your desire
Touch me more
There is gentleness
That lye’s in your being
Rarely seen by others
Let me draw from your well
Let it be mine
And
Then
You shall be my poem
My
Lovely
Lovely
Poem
This moment brings a stellar collision
The merging of two stars
Spiraling inward
Launch yourself at my heart
Lay your head upon my bosom
Deposit your love
Tender love
In
My
Flower
In one giant explosion
And
Let
Gravitational ripples
Be
Ours
Your tender
fingers
brush my face;
wanton lips
hungry
begging for
my body,
naked
wet
against yours.
mmm....
lick
your face
your hands
your neck
undress you with my eyes
and you cry -
“please, please”
with those pert
little nipples
as I tease
that shirt
off your heaving
chest.
you gasp
my name a thousand times
your skirt around
your ankles.
ah, that taste
your fresh
salt-watermelon
taste
like the beach in summertime
like sex.
I nibble you, delve
into you,
your hot-hot-hot
pussy
tight around my
fingers
I run my tongue
over you, your
round wet
mound of molten
raw carnal desire,
and I beg,
yes, I'm begging....
Oh God....don't let this stop.

Since: Dec 12

Location hidden

#6012 Feb 2, 2013
PROFILE DeVINE wrote:
<quoted text>
Your tender
fingers
brush my face;
wanton lips
hungry
begging for
my body,
naked
wet
against yours.
mmm....
lick
your face
your hands
your neck
undress you with my eyes
and you cry -
“please, please”
with those pert
little nipples
as I tease
that shirt
off your heaving
chest.
you gasp
my name a thousand times
your skirt around
your ankles.
ah, that taste
your fresh
salt-watermelon
taste
like the beach in summertime
like sex.
I nibble you, delve
into you,
your hot-hot-hot
pussy
tight around my
fingers
I run my tongue
over you, your
round wet
mound of molten
raw carnal desire,
and I beg,
yes, I'm begging....
Oh God....don't let this stop.
Not So Solitary Pleasures
Written by Zanthia

I felt you.
As I laid down in bed,
And felt your gentle hands
Playing lightly across my flesh.

I felt you.
As I touched myself,
Remembering your tender kisses,
Dancing sweetly on my lips.

I felt you.
As my pleasure rose,
In waves while pondering you,
Your silky tongue on my clit.

I felt you.
As bliss carried me away,
And you held me never ceasing,
Your mouth lovingly caressing me,

I came and you were there.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6013 Feb 2, 2013
Check_ Your_ Pulse wrote:
<quoted text>
Not So Solitary Pleasures
Written by Zanthia
I felt you.
As I laid down in bed,
And felt your gentle hands
Playing lightly across my flesh.
I felt you.
As I touched myself,
Remembering your tender kisses,
Dancing sweetly on my lips.
I felt you.
As my pleasure rose,
In waves while pondering you,
Your silky tongue on my clit.
I felt you.
As bliss carried me away,
And you held me never ceasing,
Your mouth lovingly caressing me,
I came and you were there.
hands stain me soft;
fingertips graze

teasing...

gentle caresses urge
slide; tingle cascade
along spine

titillating...

firmness pulses deep,
seeping a sweet
shameless spill;
bathe in awakened
pulsating, throbbing
erectile
flesh

trembling...

whimpers escape,
wrapped soft,
and so moist, in
femininity arch

whispering...

tongue traces lobe
a slow taste; in
carnal hunger

where...

minutes tick
easing
in and out,
and in and out, of
velvet folds

you....

Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6014 Feb 2, 2013
[ lovers are burning.]
balsamic nudity gallops from shame
into the over-wild wetness of labial volcanoes, caramelized in musk. by love's labor.
laid bare, their bodies origami inhibition...
[ lovers are burning.]
and surrender is victorious !

Eros is speechless. maidens howl into cumulus goose-down, chewing carnal haikus'
with swayed backs.... hips wide and wanton. masculine wands plow oyster beds, unmade.
they joust for pearls... and
[ lovers are burning ]
.... a damp conflagration;
tongue stoked and windswept, conspires.

Monotony is slain !
puritan harps are plucked and thrummed ! lewd harmonies anoint the perfect pitch
and a chorus moans. the ghost of Sylvia Plath, straddles Apollo; and he earns his wreath
surging besotted.
[ lovers are burning ] and laurels forgotten.

Lotharios charge the seldom road;
the starfish door to saturn's parlor.
pumping unbridled, that glistening, cloven moon. her riding crop insists !
his urgency must do.

Satyrs sup salaciously and summon staves to dip in brine. they grin and grind
their sutras, stripping karma gears with silk scarves. ankles to a post, well spread...
cushions crush. flowers press... stamen fed.
nymphs clutch their serpent stones
to drain what nectar slips the slit.
they grope and throat.....

They peck and pinch their quivers; knock their arrows to the purpose, half spent.
[ lovers are burning ]
eyes blaze. nostrils fetch randy fumes of consent. mouths seek.
a pouty swamp with spanish moss
finds a matador
and a bull, a china shop.

Lovers are burning the rough sketch
of a lost god
and their angels are voyeurs
with unclean thoughts

for gospels.

Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6015 Feb 2, 2013
May I find peace and thwart disaster.
Every time, miscounted.
Love, who knows me as I flicker.
And through black masks I'm shouting.
Already, I've lost you.
We fold time and plant fear.
Hold my grace and think death through.
Dreams burn and still she nears.
Take my souls and face true lust.
Slip Eros sans repartee.
Erotic prayers my angel thrusts.
Midnight's sultry air stirs through me.
In the valley of surrender.
Breathe my carnal savior.

Before soft steel and flesh come tender.
Swim beneath, not after.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#6017 Feb 2, 2013
It took thirteen nights
and eleven subway stops for me
to get to her......

the husband had finally left town
on business, and
while the professional
in her wouldn't touch me,
her erotic, sexual, devilish side
couldn't wait for a fix.

there we sat with scotch and beer,
talking marriage and books
and the literary world.
at age 25, all of the above
had failed her.

I tried my best to understand,
but the next thing I knew
she had her mouth cupped around my balls.
where the editor said no,
she screamed yes.

she wanted it rough,
she wanted it raw,
and she didn't want it
in their bed.

on the living room floor we went,
rolling and sweating,
swapping spit,
forsaking the rules of the game.

I'd been at war with the likes of her
for years,
and here I had an hour to gain back
as much pride as I could.
it was hard alright,
but I made it twofold.

editors be damned.

poetry
ain't
dead....

No Ma'am !

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