in between them

What shall become of the empty seconds of waiting? Those moments your name sits foolishly on my lips, when forests turn to desert, and spring finds the Tundra waiting for the moment to spill secrets into eternity, what shall become? How shall we see in the hours between the fantasies? Those moments the visions dance … Read morein between them

Pretending Disinterest

she wore panties that pretended disinterest, while i just pretended disinterest. we sat across from each other as I undressed her:         your shoes, please, if you will.         and now socks, tiny as they are.         the pants, the shirt, the bra;         but I couldn’t take the panties off. My imagination was not built for such delicate … Read morePretending Disinterest

never finish

I’ll probably never be just the thing you need as has been told to me on numerous occasions. Two joints of escape and a white collar rape make a practical day in a life of abrasions L’enfant Plaza @ Six is an unhealthy mix of the raped needing a fix of love’s persuasions

the best so far

The wretched filth of loneliness legs elongated into desire Every toe is perfectly painted, Monet, Picasso, so blue in pink the defenses so trifling Just don’t speak Please, don’t open your mouth Rhinestone hearts, plastic souls, A tongue so foul fermented in comparisons.

how shall

should i not live the resistance of prose or believe in the salvation of Parisian Orgies? Shall we not mute our minds’ deafening shrieking drilling into the hearts of men lost to the teeth of hell hounds, with all things that can mute such treasures? should i not rejoice in the rejection of sanity that … Read morehow shall

fuck shit

fuck. shit. fuck shit. it’s come again. nagging voices, uncertainty, doubt masquerading as sadness. it comes in rays of sunshine through slatted blinds and soft tendrils of hair left on my pillows to be stared at like a 2 headed cat. You can’t keep everyone from knowing just how much you can’t hide from yourself … Read morefuck shit

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