by MoeRussakoff | Jun 22, 2020 | Poetry
It’s a harmless hobby really On Monday nights I flirt with the coffee boy (He rather likes men from what I see) Across the room I see HIM Sculptured jaw line Drinking water The Flamethrower. Damn him! I am turned around Flesh and bone woman turned around Energy...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 22, 2020 | Poetry
Sitting folded up like a pretzelHolds hands onto anklesBack to the wall. When he first spoke of herWeeks ago,He beat his chest – without notingHis own Mea CulpaCrossing arms over wounds newly dressed: Unfolded,Stood up straight;This is a tall manHead to toe full...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 22, 2020 | Poetry
Reason is such a sham, Without the shape and tone And hue of rhyme, Feeling flawed as you Desired desire, Hungered for adulation, And stepped into a bear trap Set by culture Set by family Set by time. She was means To your endings; You are so justified Now that your...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 18, 2020 | Poetry
My affections were incomprehensible. Politically incorrect. All wrong, According to the onlookers. We were all wrong. All along, According to the onlookers. We knew we were all wrong All along According to our head butting Conversations Laced with Pride, Fear, Ego,...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Poetry
It could be something. Or nothing. Or the rest of your life. No way of knowing, And not knowing is The distance between The bottom of your Feet and the bottom of the ocean. The pleasures of fantasy and imagination Sunlight to shadow dancing on the wall Beside my...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Poetry
Dock of the Bay by Moe Russ Prolonged isolation, Home of the Brave Sleep deprivation, Land of the Free; Painful body positions and My county ‘tis Punitive control over life’s most intimate functions Produced overwhelming stress in these prisoners. Fore spacious...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Podcast, Poetry
Hands shoved deep into his pockets She thought, “They belong in my hair” Shoved deep in his pockets. (It’s the question of ownership… With hands shoved deep in pockets He owns himself). Thursday last He stood above the bed Rapturous and disbelieving Knowing this...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Podcast, Poetry
Red, Alabaster & Blue Skin Crimes by Moe Russ Today I want to tear this alabaster skin away From every sick and twisted crime that has been committed In the name of whiteness, full of ancient perverse fears The white that made right acting our barbaric bitter...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Podcast, Poetry
May Moon in Scorpio by Moe Russ Last night The lover that lives in my Scorpio Moon Captured me, Found me out, Possessed my imagination – and created passion To count the hairs on your chest meticulously, and stop at least three times. Faltering back to the...
by MoeRussakoff | Jun 9, 2020 | Podcast, Poetry
The Predator's Lament by Moe Russ Oh! for the taste of Fresh flesh rising: Voiceless, passing, pressing of fresh flesh rising. The bottom of being, skimming along the surface of Fresh flesh rising. Lost to the small hushed crushed hurried flurry of Fresh flesh...
