Archive for September, 2003

Sep 06 2003

Rubber Boots

Published by Nick Razer under 2001-2006 Poetry

my rubber boots
sloshing through the muck
making sounds like fucking sometimes
but i wouldnt know that when i was 7
these sounds only meant the thawing
of the winter snow

these boots were green
with yellow furry insides, i think you
can still buy them at kmart. they felt
so good on your feet when you first got them though
warm like your lovers vagina
but i wouldnt know that when i was 7

each year i got a new pair, they were always the same,
but somehow different
they took me to different places
different paths…these rubber boots.
sloshing and warm
fucking the snow

each year it will be different.

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Sep 06 2003

Another Glance

Published by Nick Razer under 2001-2006 Poetry

 when your numb you become
one with none
and when your close to being done
someone
comes and thumbs their nose
at your stance
with just a glance or a wink
bringing you back to the brink
where you think
you could never get to again.
all with just a glance.

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Sep 06 2003

Nightclub

Published by Nick Razer under 2001-2006 Poetry

flashing,
dancing,
yearning yearning,
alone in the corner screaming, burning

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