ode to a muse

left your touch on high now fires start: whole lifetimes made into deserts; fidgeting night long, dying thank you for breath: come morning, trees suspend sky line drives grown out of last nights fires; carnitas aphrodisiac: come evening, left your touch on high.

Prophecy

What will I do? Who will I see? Questions that plague me. Where will I live? What will I eat? is there a Love I’m destined to meet? Angel in the capital, dangling with my hat full meeting on steps to see pictures of Venus; I will dream us.

never trust her

she says I should never trust her,all while she can’t stand upand I’ve fallen over twice:i’m grappling for her cuntand fumbling badly: pulling pubic hair.she’ll give me whatever, she tells me,she really does love as much as she can,      do I know?I know. I really do know and feel…and the way she stabs at my … Read morenever trust her

let me pass through

let the stars shine,let the cars park,let the firemenmake the fires dark;let the children play,let the wind blow,let all the actorsput on a great show;let the doors close,let the lights dim,let the policemensave us all from them;let the world know love,let the people know hate,let us all know justwhat is our heart’s fate;let me see … Read morelet me pass through

v-day

the chill in the windhas failed to cool this desire;I’ve won – for tonight –this struggle to master the heart. A victory paradeof Autumn’s quiet leavescelebrating in the street,cheering us oninto blissfull acceptance, rolling in the piles ofconfetti the trees havethrown down in their praise; grand standing – stars beaming joy;moon grinning ear to ear; … Read morev-day

Whores

The best thing about a whore is her honesty, fucking real honesty like you can’t even get in church. And when they tell you about your cock, how nice it is and sweet and pure, when they pump you up about your scent after you’ve been in the mines for a week, when they hold … Read moreWhores

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