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1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: July 2, 2020 in Fiction, Poetry, Uncategorized
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Cry`baby

a guy`s weakness

is a tough girl,

she said,

tuning her iPod

to sex type thing,

she is kryptonite

to his soul,

cupid`s arrow

to his heart,

las vegas

to his sins,

and

when he is stripped

of all that

he gets

drunk,

writes

cry`baby poetry,

jacks off

and

speaks through a voice

that tortures

the ocean

1 Poem – John D. Robinson

Posted: July 1, 2020 in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tags: BoySlut Magazine

Raising

I came too, sat upright,

and vomited over my

legs: I was shocked,

like the four other

people in the room:

‘Wow!’ I said, raising

myself and gingerly

waddled to the

bathroom as silence

shrouded me,

giving me the will

to carry on with it

all and then reappear

minutes later,

minus my jeans

and a lust

for wine.

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: April 21, 2020 in Fiction, Musing, Poetry, Prose, Stuff, Uncategorized, Update
Tags: BoySlut Magazine

6 feet from sobriety

perhaps, bitches

when the sun

has risen

6 feet

from our

sobriety &the

bottle

of

whiskey

has been emptied

into

the “essential“

of norm …

like i said,

perhaps

until then,

where the fuck

is my mask?

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: April 15, 2020 in Fiction, Musing, Poetry, Stuff, Uncategorized, Update
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a man and his pizza

you visit again

6 feet apart

from my balcony

to yours

bitching again

about the pandemic

about how you need

genuine and emotional

physical contact,

bars

to pick up women in,

friends

to take road trips

and head trips with,

places

to lounge, drink coffee

and plug`in to

and how

you`re liable

to cut off your own arm

just to hear

yourself scream;

your cell pings

dominos pizza is sitting

outside your door

you light up

with giddiness

‘cause even you realized

that things

weren’t really that bad

so long as

no one fucks

with pizza

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: April 8, 2020 in Fiction, Poetry, Prose, Stuff, Uncategorized, Update
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river Lily

your

whiskey drinking

is handless,

he said

ripping my panties

off

my hips,

it`s like a river

that doesn`t

flow

straight

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: March 30, 2020 in Poetry, Prose, Stuff, Uncategorized, Update
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one death at a time

i have

onion breath

and

a scar

that says

`wake the dead`.

no more

street vending

hot dogs,

or parkour`ing

around the world

in search of laughter,

in search of love,

when i see my world

diminishing

every hour,

one death at a time.

tell me

how do i tell

my unborn child

that i`m not ready

to die

yet?

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: March 27, 2020 in Poetry, Prose, Stuff, Uncategorized, Update
Tags: BoySlut Magazine

an Observation

i wish

i could tell you

that everything

is going to be

alright, babe,

he said

through an inhale

of

vigilant smoke

we were sitting

on a furloughed

porch stoop

on a thursday morning

dragging

on cigarettes, watching

our shallow graves

wade

in timeless

waters

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: March 24, 2020 in Musing, Poetry, Stuff, Uncategorized, Update
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regret&sometimes loathing

he wasn`t much

for my emotions, `cause

he`d spew insults like

`your poetry

is a prison

with your verses

on death row`

and

`your insecurities

are like

temporary flowers

wilting

in white padded rooms

with black curtains

and no windows`

personally, i think

he just missed

partying with strippers

named barbie

and quoting bukowski

to his cat

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: March 22, 2020 in Musing, Poetry, Uncategorized, Update
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11 a.m.

he said

he awoke

with phlegm

in his throat

and

a dirty brunette

fucking with

the sid vicious`ness

of his mind

so, he said

he kicked her

off his bed

and she rolled under

and disappeared

like those non`nancy`s

his liver picks up

outside the hollywood liquor

at 11 a.m.

the same liver

that suffers daily

from binge psychosis

and

bullshit poetry

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: February 24, 2020 in Musing, Poetry, Stuff, Uncategorized
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Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Cry`baby

a guy`s weakness

is a tough girl,

she said,

tuning her iPod

to sex type thing,

she is kryptonite

to his soul,

cupid`s arrow

to his heart,

las vegas

to his sins,

and

when he is stripped

of all that

he gets

drunk,

writes

cry`baby poetry,

jacks off

and

speaks through a voice

that tortures

the ocean

1 Poem – John D. Robinson

Raising

I came too, sat upright,

and vomited over my

legs: I was shocked,

like the four other

people in the room:

‘Wow!’ I said, raising

myself and gingerly

waddled to the

bathroom as silence

shrouded me,

giving me the will

to carry on with it

all and then reappear

minutes later,

minus my jeans

and a lust

for wine.

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

6 feet from sobriety

perhaps, bitches

when the sun

has risen

6 feet

from our

sobriety &the

bottle

of

whiskey

has been emptied

into

the “essential“

of norm …

like i said,

perhaps

until then,

where the fuck

is my mask?

1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa