screaming at low volumes
jgtaylor I could never be what was needed, the peace negotiator was murdered in Belgrade, during the battle of trust against the savage Serbs. And without negotiators, there will never be peace. platitudes and flattery won a tenuous retreat so that my wounds could fester in love’s mad jungle. Reaching the edge, there is no satisfaction … Read moreI have not died
i’d forgotten how much she enjoyed being beaten; being cared for enough that energy would be expended. I’d forgotten what the expenditure of energy meant for her: a budget of love that could be deposited into her. I can appreciate that money won’t get into her pants, & I can really appreciate how slapping her … Read moreExpensive Whores
The August dreams alter all of time. It is the future now, but I can’t live in it. A persistent sensation that might cause one to question the surrounding circumstances: August moons appear in September, the stars ever off. They might question my ability to understand time. They might question my agreement.
She hides her hang-ups behind unspoken regularities: Lights off, T-Shirt on, Panties on. Occasionally she loses herself in a rare moment of passion – Burning bright, twisting pleasure into knots – her hang-ups are gone. Those moments are why I bother: to have the sun enwrap you! Who wouldn’t – even if it’s so rare?
This terminal illness of love;its unbearable weight upon my back,its fangs upon my heart…I pray only for entranceinto your kingdomwhere I know devotion is devouredin appetizing first courses.I will go too soon, I know,but it is no use to fightas the lion holds a tenuous agreementwith all of mankind,that its victims will beat the whim … Read moreWhims
There’s a day coming where there will be a reckoning, There’s a night upon us where there will be a judgement it’s a time for celebration under these dire, hot fires where my heart is outside and my throat has been cut. Those stars hang below us, and this ground above our heads makes for … Read morehold on, it’s almost here
oh sweet lights in the sky come & play – you & I we’ll dance & we’ll roll we can refuse life’s toll Oh beautiful night dreams let me feel just what love means. let us go into the fields to die, oh sweet stars, you & I.
Harems of forgiveness for all we have done, zu seriose genomen! I would have your crimes, all of the decency hidden behind eyes glimmering in firelight; I would have you that I might one day forgive my own trespasses.
The wetness of her vagina might have occasionally repulsed me, except for my fascination with stains. I’ve collected: menstruation, piss, squirting orgasms, sperm, mucus, spit… Archival Remnants of activities. She complains of the evidence of love. I say, “It only bothers you, for I’m too drunk to recall, but I’m certain your spot is yours … Read morestains
when she wrote of her disdainfor monogamy,I smiled.when she wrote “soul mates”I cringedwhen she wrote aboutgiving unconditionally,I winced.When she stormed out,moon stomping across the patio,and grabbed her phone,she said, “I don’t trust you!”I couldn’t suppress my laughter:No one ever lies about the future.