screaming at low volumes
Momentarily reeling, head trying to spin stuck to an ugly body: it is the curse of thought. And all I can think of are my dirty fingers pinching the wet skin, the pelt of warm invitations squeezing firmly these lips hidden in pubic-hair forests, when, puckered by my pinching grimy digits, I plunge (never as … Read moretoo much, never enough
it’s a Brutal Sun that exposes my sins … A gruff voice describing my own failures … He says, “angel” and the moment clarifies: the price is words.
I won’t look at you. Will not. Will not want. You. Your eyes will not see me. Can not. Can not desire. Me.
Jump out of your eyes until attention is all that’s left; dower corpses animated on chemistry wasted upon chemical swaps / swamps. [ was it your voice ] [ I once dreamed ] [ each saturday night? ] it was not certainly
Nico goes to Jail. Sunday Morning we drink beer & Gin. In winter, the socks aren’t enough to keep you sober, or out of Jail. In Our World, the Absurd is the Norm and all the dying is just living backwards.
it is not your serene beauty, nor your agility in kindness; it is not your elegant dignity nor the way in which you say, no too quickly for me to protest. what, then, is it, that makes me want for you flower petals under your feet: the Buddha’s own grace? is it that i am … Read moreHow Did You Get In Here?
there is a heaven with 1920’s movie stars, glasses – sunglasses – to hide behind so no one knows it’s them; a tourniquet for the mind that only covers hair. going crazy like they go shopping day in and day out until the voices that said “you ain’t worth a shit” lie dormant in seas: … Read morescribbles of the dead
I wonder when the lights go out and she rolls over to have me, are the lights out for her shame, or for my wretchedness?
Where I walk, I have left breadcrumbs of desires to be eaten by the cooing love birds that have followed me all my days, guiding me with their soulful moans of pleasure each provides the other. These journeys are never intentional, but fateful: a destiny of preordained flights to land in the midst of love. … Read moreLove’s Breadcrumbs