Author: OliviousMaximus

The rambunctious and scandalous semantic-loving-romantic, one that challenges thoughts, sequesters hearts and feeds bodies to the mattress.

Poetry & More by Nate Abaurrea and OliviousMaximus

My good friend and fellow poet, Nate Abaurrea, came by to share with me his newest and latest book “Backroads & Borderlines.”

After some pints we decided to hit the mic and spit some pieces to remind us of those dreaded open-mic nights.

Here is our drunken exchange.

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Ropes

She smiles and giggles at how i repurpose my shirt ties into handcuffs and a blindfold with some basic knotwork.

She’s bound, tied and blind but not fearing for her life.

Curled toes and moans followed by grins indicate the reaching of a limit.

Excitement takes ahold and what escapes me looks like ropes across her body.

Further securing the visual bondage.

Stretch

Yoga with my other half tends to turn sideways

when my concentration is kidnapped by her arched body.

There’s no snapping back to reality

once i’m locked and staring at her “Happy Baby.”

I’m breathing heavy in downward-dog

and bark at her cat call.

She digs deep for the stretch

and i’m trying to make mine less obvious,

because my cobra won’t stay low

when she’s wide-legged and bending forward.

It’s a hinder to go lower and i envy how limber she as she folds.

‘Cause I’m on all fours bearing a puppy’s pose and

wishing to say “hello”

like dogs do with they nose…

Comeback

It’s been some time since my last keystroke, I hope I don’t choke on the word-vomit that my thoughts provoke. So yoke the throat of my utensil and you’ll see how my heart spills out the tip of my pencil. It’s suspenseful and will drive you hysterical when my ideas spit onto your theory’s material, leaving a stain so deranged that you’ll rearrange how you feel about my take on the game.

Don’t be a fool and pick up these jewels that I’m putting down,

’cause fate deals the deck and you decide whether to fold or play for the ducats.

So pull up and come through and see how me and mine do.

Peace

Tinto

Unwind with glasses of wine, feel fine

talk of the past and share laughs.

Once you’ve broken the seal

one tends to reveal and release.

Secrets leak out and the truth

fights to vomit out the mouth.

BLACK OUT

Red red wine stained lips whisper

“I’m fine, just going to bed.”

Eyes closed and reopen,

I’m floating in a blood red ocean.

Exhausted and trying to stay buoyant,

nose above water,

in a panic as my jib fills with fluid.

I’m coughing,

I’m drowning…

Pulled up from my shirt

I regain sight of light and

see that my Burmese queen had saved my life.

“Are you okay?” she cries.

Covered in the red red wine we used to unwind.

Bold

It’s a new year n a new me and fear is no longer my enemy

I’m stronger and bolder, like Tyson vs Frazier, dropping the hate 1st Round

Then snatching your paper!

Best watch out n check how I’ll collect clout

‘Cause I’m coming out pointing both barrels,

Putting hate in it’s place, then kicking it down the stairwell

It’s the year to hold on to those dear,

For hope is in my scope, me and mine know

I’m the fella who shares his d(h)ope.

Best wishes you trifling b*tches!

Live and Let Live

My life is like a quarry, where what’s valuable is dug deep, underneath this thick crust-skin

Those who dare mine the gold in my mind, declare it to be extraordinary

Though most seek the jewels & glory of saying they took what’s good from me

Like a fool I stoop low for letting another abuse me.

NO MORE

For I am the generator of this diamond-like energy

I must have responsibility, to share my love with only those that are worthy.

Now, go out there n tell my story for it’s the only way I’ll keep living

Even when I’ve returned to the essence.

Withdrawals

They say that you’re one of the few that doesn’t make you drool in pain when you’re far away

Some claim that you’re a miracle that can cure the hysterical without any repercussions to one’s mental health

I say that though that may be true, let’s not ignore that most of us abuse you

Acting like a fool when i’m in the clouds dancing with you, i can see why most just use you to “feel good”

I’ve noticed that i’m still the same person, even when you’re gone.

The days I’ve spent away have helped me understand that you’re just my crutch

Supporting me up because i haven’t worked on myself enough

To be honest the only withdrawal you have is boredom