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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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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,…
Acceptance, asphyxiation, drowning, drunk, experience, Love, near death, Poem, Poetry, puke, red wine, tinto, Trust, vino, vomit, Vulnerable, wine -
Insatiable
It’s obscene for some to see how I bend over on my hands, knees and crawl around like a fiend to tear away all the negativity that’s been flourishing within this being. It’s a sure sight to see how I shake the fright of the lack of light burning in the scope of the window…
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Performing “Patience”
Me: “No dirty stuff tonight” Audience: “Boo!” Me: *reads clean poetry* Host: “you shoulda done two…” I guess the people prefer the dirty stuff.
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Performing “Crossing the Pond/European Holiday” & “2.3 Million Rupiahs”
Performing some of my joints regarding my recent travels to Europe and Indonesia. Started clean, ended dirty.
bumble, connection, consensual, cunnilingus, double entendres, dropping knowledge, drunk, erotic, erotica, flavour, game, god, goddess, hinge, holiday, identity, indonesia, innuendo, Jakarta, London, Love, love lust, mistress, Open Mic, orgasm, Performing, Poem, poet, Poetry, pondok indah, public speaking, rupiah, spitting, spitting game, tinder, wordsmith -
Crossing the Pond
It’s about 0300pm and im strapped in. I’m comfortable and leaning back, with magic edibles stashed in my sack. Instrumentals snap my synapse and hysterically arrange my vocabulary. I’m soaring through the skies, while dosed out of my mind. Testing to see, if i can get higher than astronaut pussy. A stewardess’ stare, reflecting on my…
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You Remind Me…
The similarities in our distinct histories are scary. The script conducting our lives seems plagiarized and this doesn’t feel like our first time. Though we reside in different continents our life experiences are of the same content. Mixed genetics label us ethnically ambiguous, we’re a pair of cultured artists with hearts of revolutionary activists. Identical…
Acceptance, dropping knowledge, drunk, Heartboken, Heartbreak, hijab, Hurt, indonesia, insecure, Jakarta, Letting go, Lost, Love, lust, Open Mic, orgasm, Peace, Poem, Poetry, pondok indah, respect, Trust, Trust issues, Vulnerable -
2.3 Million Rupiahs
About 2.3Mil rupiahs was added to my hotel’s bill for “damages” that I paid for, cash, in Indonesian $krillz. Compensations for room reparations of a gazillion memories worth more than those indomillions. Never have I ever felt so confident to cop a bill containing so many zeros. But in Southeast Asia one can live like…
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Performing “I’m Kiss, Drunk Me” & “One Night Cuck?”
Currently getting ready to go on holiday, will post new joints about my experiences in Southeast Asia. In the meantime, enjoy this little 1, 2 🙂
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I’m Kiss, Drunk Me
{“Ouch, don’t pull so hard”} Excuse me miss, but I’m currently a drunken mess. Dismiss the distress caused by my intoxicated grip. I’ve taken one too many sips, so please don’t be jaded at how I’m severely faded. Your every kiss is sweet like mangoes, picks me off my feet, when our lips get tangled…
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