Five poems by Amanda Boschetto

Five poems
by Amanda Boschetto

snow

some children like to play
in the snow
and some adults like
snow up their noses
pretty much the same i guess,
buried in that sweet feeling
of forgetfulness

like love gone bad or
weeds instead of a heart
anyway,
faces change every passing
year so play on,
have your place in the light
while you can,

blow it up!

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night is warm

with feathers between my fingers
i dress myself in night,
a pleasant rape

and with our guilty sunflowers
gone i fear only the day
and the tight space between
sunset and sunrise

marks and scars on my skin
are drawn from your mouth,
like our love,
like a suicide that still lingers
life in it

and my ugliness burns my
dreamless hands
always
when
tomorrow
is
near

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joan and sylvia

joan was mad
and the trees agree
memory's cup was full
so she hanged herself

sylvia was a bitch but
cared for joan
and the beds of bedlam
echo empty
but hell is full of cheap words
for every devil to carry
so
suicides
are
only
boring

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dreams do come true

the frozen roses tease god's
tedious fingers,
a perfection of a pale reflection
and salvation to the bitter soil,
raped by day's undone sunlight,

where dreams can grow and
become real, really in the dark
piece that is me
i see the world through a haze
always with water before my eyes,
(so)
think
fast,
the
train
is
coming

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let there be

let there be nothing but
nothing but love,
but the gazing eyes of
the raining heaven
and a pavement lost
in the swallowing city,

let there be nothing but
nothing but stale cum
on my stomach
and your cock all
sprayed out, orgasms
resting in my drained brain

let there be nothing but
nothing but suicidal demons
on the floor,
sobbing and trying to
reach life a last time,
like a flapping wing-broken
bird

let there be nothing but
nothing but you
(and me)

Author bio:

Amanda Boschetto lives in Sweden. She has a chapbook called "Angels in Hell" at deadbeatpress.com. Details of publication are in her blog; Rain Over Stockholm.