screaming at low volumes
i imagine if i could cry about it, the distrust, then it might be like dealing with it – but there’s nothing to trust nothing to distrust; its only a convenient present – and so there is no dealing with it the distrust, only the dealing with a change over time where before the past … Read moreNothing To Cry About
that it shall come to pass that my chest no longer heaves i shall have to ask that she takes her things and leaves Now asking such a thing should not be too difficult a chore as i have bought no ring we are not bound forever more though thrusting physicality upon the doorstep of … Read morePlease Go So that I may Stay
well played, diana! i’d just begun to return from a place where you could trust no one, when my back was once again pierced by the dagger blade of too silent fingers. though I’d felt it coming as surely as the Gypsy’s demise I mistakenly mistook my own self for no one, so that I … Read moredetective Ego
follow the compass of your heart.it was a card, readied for a trip east.as blatant a lie as everyone’s life.i stopped believing what I read.a new message from …still I don’t believe what I read.chest caved in with sensationsindescribable even to a sage.it was a hand torturedbehind its holder’s back.it was an eternityof the single … Read moreRestaurant Patios
I wish I would have met you, Mohammed Ali, Before a half-white man bombed Tripoli. You are dancing like a butterfly, but he stings like a bee; half black man wants to say it’s for a good cause… But you can’t save Humanity after you killed your own, you see? I wish I would’ve met … Read moreMohammed Ali
Waiting for the Moon: Lunacy in every titillated glass, Ass on my mind, dripping like a dog’s slobber – I would hang it on my wall for everyone to appreciate, – EXCEPT – were it on my wall, I wouldn’t let anyone in, selfish as I am. But the moon won’t come out tonight, not … Read moreWaiting for the Moon
My desire to corrupt is beyond repair, Better we don’t go there. She in black cotton panties and me dreaming an affair, Better we don’t go there. My hand trembling upon her thigh, passion racing to dare; Better we don’t go there. Honest confessions into the gut, I won’t so easily scare; better we don’t … Read moreCorruption
I don’t fucking care. That’s what you get from me. That’s all. i want to die a miserly miserably lonely man. I will be born as a rock. And before I am ready, you will come and build a road. You, with your genius of engineering. I despise and actively work against your engineering. cocksucker. … Read moreI will Not Miss You
Winston Come Home, the children are calling; the ones you never knew because the Ministry of Love never told You. Winston Come Home, we need you this Instant! You’ve 10,000 off-spring and they’re getting us 1 by 1. Oh, Winston, Don’t you remember where home is?
it’s somehow the end of the beginning, where the dancing becomes awkward and the drinks really flow – (i’ll have one right now) god damned clean white page! there you go, 100 lines just for you, “Prostituted child touching an old man” and then I jumped I found it out the hard way I flirt … Read moreAwkward Dancing