[Suburban Bourbon] a poem

Don't be fooled of joyous books,
they too contain terrible things,
all-consuming panic
coddled in a closet by Xanax


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Twos] a poem

If it takes
your breath away as it does mine,
then we are the same
the two of us
exiled,
endangered,
three-times over damn-near
twice defeated



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You] 

[Las Vegas Origami]

If only we can be strangers again,
We can wallow in all those strange & unfamiliar things we know now weren't so unfamiliar

The porcelain past pressing it's need for reciprocation, the misrepresentation never rearing, Las Vegas Origami & regretful marriages happening over shots over night, then our sobriety came callin like two entitled chirping birds 

Dontrell Lovet't 

from, [Blotted Etches]

[The Ego Wall] a poem

To be a man
is to forever be ever-vulnerable,
molding tactics allowing no one to exploit it
Spoken like a true patriarch
I’ve missed you around


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[By Any Means] a poem

[By Any Means]
Overcome resistance through compassion,
now define compassion as
defining a tool for repression convenient
to escape-
-at the heart of this ossature,
amour fou,
shared psychosis
Knowing conception is but
any desire to attain,
remain,
aim,
to remain yours


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[White Phosphorus Tide] a poem

What a beautiful hint of white phosphorus you’ve become,

a whimsical of wonderful, postscript in poised counterpoint,

 unbound in an impress of literature bent there are still

 ampersand of lovers who’ve never known you somewhere along your point of gravity,

of toadies such-like in statis,

 unprivy to the seldom design of a woman womanizing

 the little girl inside that she once was-

-and since, tatters have flown with the slightest hint of breeze,

 as news articles thrown out with events no longer current,

 with the wretched who breathes only to know they will die well.

 With the fragmented things fallen away, I’ve become

 a mess of things who’ve made a mess of things,

 introduced chaos long before Pandora’s box shattered

 onto the impenetrable, flattened earth in awestruck carnal,

 love as deep and wide as the combustion of being that separates life and death.

Oh how to love this withered tree, I’ve taught you; it is from you I’ve learned to love and see a woman and we are at the center of it all

Dontrell Lovet't
-from [Leitmotif]

[Distance] a poem

Distance,

so beloved,

so measured and spoken of,

can dictate so much, devise so much,

miles are traveled, kilometers are converted,

feet are worn and the body warns of

its potential break from the odyssey,

time travel, seconds across great distances,

has evolved humanity, but it is unnecessary

when love has set its anchor in the harbor of dedication-

Dontrell Lovet't

-from [Leitmotif]

[I Carry You] a poem

I carry you with me, In me, a pretty little jewel

 that everyone envies yet since feeling has been first,

our synthesis is a whole fool in the unrelenting spring rain

- everything of me acknowledges,

my blood runs warm in kinetic magnificence

where no apostrophe lift your eyelids

 than the wisdom of paragraphs given to you

 in my arms-

even statistics have hands too small to hold your light,

wee whistles without any origin whatsoever

 now the deepest of our lives lie lengthwise,

elongated, high up riding like the soul from

 the expired cell

-and whatever the autumn refuse to sing to you,

then darling,

dearest ladybird,

then what is done is undone by

and instead we never die.

Dontrell Lovet't

-from [The Paper Womb II]

[The Entanglement] a poem

I can live off your smile;

 everything of death, departure and loss subsides with the very sight-

-send your hands astray across my body,

 deep-throat my shaft until my mushroom-head tickles your tonsils,

revolve around the tip as the moon does this great planet-

-sex is the connect that disconnects us from

 the daze of being hostages to this world;

If we are to be captive, let us be captive in the

mist of our entangled beings, lost forever to this primitive

form of coexistence,

that is sex-

Dontrell Lovet't
-from [Labial Laughs]

[If You May Love Me] a poem

When you first informed me that you loved me,
it was a tragedy so soon followed when blessedness
sprawled across my face, became a morbid convincing
unconvinced;

if skepticism has risen,
it is not the refusal nor refute
of your claim of love;
nobody has ever loved me,
so if you do, if this proclamation
has grown so,
a lifetime so long not being loved
has been magnetized,
worth every dark minute since-


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]

[Something Other] a poem

We know nothing,

almost nothing of fatigue,

of grief,

the manner in which it metastasizes in the muscles,

in the viscera, how it diminishes our cerebral functions-

-a theory, that our cells are affected physiologically when we see the resistant strain of sadness a resplendent thing, a resilient, inhuman thing, that plans to arrive temporarily, sees that its transplantation is a possibility without rejection,

 and refuses to budge from its cavity of capture,

distills its spite through septic memory and math, envelopes a ratio almost mute to clotted sounds of capital antibiotic-

-there then is a seething city,

 dense,

 both with proud smiles and dimming lights inside a mind

 lost in landscape of memory and darkening roses,

roaming the narrow streets around itself

while it too roams different wider streets

 around something other.

Dontrell Lovet't

-from [Leitmotif]

[Case Study] a poem

My dear,

never-mind your flaws and your ugly tendencies,

life is squalid for both the pretty and the defected than meets the eye,

these eyes, about you, about who you are,

the far-fetched vertebrae that collapse even the fighter,

brings the lifelong tenure of the brain to its end.

It’s pretty obvious that pretty petty little mechanisms,

constructed to illustrate one’s idea of strength, i

s as ephemeral as the true touch

 that humanity tends to be selfish with.

Dontrell Lovet't-from [Labial Laughs]

[The Light in You] a poem

Light may be perpetual in you,

in me,

the dark always finds a way inside.

Oh love,

I wish it weren’t so,

I wish I didn’t have to wake with fleshy wood to

abuse your venus till numb and unbearable,

the same person who loves your light

is the madman with murder in his heart,

 who all the same loving you,

envies your ability to be-

[Kissing Both] a Poem

A part-time lover

is a full-time fool

& what do you suppose

becomes of a fool’s lover?

What’s an odalisque

if not one to take on the

cadence set by a deception so

necessary for her to cope with

her imprisonment?

Dontrell Lovet't

-from "Degradation"

[The Failed Writer]