Time

it has been 8000 days, and longer in my arms, the breath of existence has scarcely fluttered. the slumbering heart, the mind in overdrive, how long have i chewed at my own legs? your voice, your eyes, your lips, their smile Oh! it has been a while. though it was only a minute ago i … Read moreTime

wretchedness

these beasts resting in the corners of my mind demand tribute, at least in the form of listening. I can not tolerate them, despite having lived with them since I was able to speak. To feed them: it is burden. They spin the dreams of joy and pleasure, of milk and honey, the almond trees’ … Read morewretchedness

as it happens

lingering a bit too long upon those sweetest memories: the mind’s milk & honey. There have been so many, you’d need 10 lifetimes to remember them all. for every season, a fantasy! lips pressed into the longest kiss, disco Cinderella afternoons, eating cereal, watching cartoons, sun bathing on the perfect rock, coffee under oaks, rage … Read moreas it happens

Merciful God

slipping into the comfort of you, the masks and outfits and disguises all slipping off as i drip into you. my socks of shame, falling away my coat of humiliation, falling away my underwear coated in the filth of self-loathing, falling away my costumes rendered useless, falling away slipping into the joy of you, the … Read moreMerciful God

She Fucks Cops

Walking in with tight pants Some patronizing shit about recovering libidos One more beer and her name is forgotten… Lost to Oblivion. So glad we can be friends! This civilized world of uncivilized desires … set me ablaze in an arson’s fire Battles for control, Sure I’ll let you win: my pleasure is the loss.

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