My Night Lite |
They've spotted me,With that dirty vision.I came loose and mean,Like back-room sodomy.From the dishboy's sink,We'd seek soapy arms.Sparkling pistols,Chambering bellowed rounds.What is this front, To b...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Apr 2009 01:23:00 GMT |
Stolen Locket Emblem |
Emotion spitting 'neath collar's top button.Double stitched with steel rivets.Dual hitched breast bone sealed,Pact to not reveal.Yearn to sob, grope for god.Earning searing lacerations bonded splits.G...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 02:24:00 GMT |
The Way To Go |
Childhood made them see sickness.Maturity came on like disease.Found dying in adulthood we're shedding pounds.One a night they will come.To speak of liberty.Discourse on the exceptional.Sharing space ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 02:16:00 GMT |
How I Felt Before You |
Pretend you grow roses that creep,Along the curb's side they escape.Would one come crawling to me?I feel petals of velvet, pink, yellow, lemon, licking.If we make a disaccharide, a potent tonic drink....
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 22:21:00 GMT |
Mad Little Chesty Romp |
She scripted that wisdom on a Monday.Choked down dry cereal straight through Sunday.Melly's belly fills with the powders, turning to glue.Caked in gelatin these purple pills,Disappear from the window ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 10:39:00 GMT |
It Tingles in My Hands, Feet, and Teeth. Or I Itch All Over. |
Remember when my heart stopped over a decade ago?My love kept running.I kiss because my father did, it keeps him going.So give me your lips.These eyes are columns that reach back to the ancestral well...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 02:56:00 GMT |
Nothing Anymore |
We gave up our secret longings.It has compounded the mistakes we made.Reeling from these spools of traumas.Sheets of ice are lakes of melted rain.Tiger's padded paws have not a bassinet to coddle,Sing...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 10:57:00 GMT |
Glance At First |
You're so damn lucky with love.Don't absorb the bombs blasting above.Hold 'im tight so he won't see what he's become.Swallow hard, this man is your drug.But, it's an hours drive,To ease your desires.N...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 11:55:00 GMT |
Hot Days on the inlet |
Stretched, the seams are a curing rack.The leather not drawn, but the space, the rifts.Reeking pelts fight the expansion, they constrict.Minutes are dice rolling down the felt.Glancing off padded bump...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 16:42:00 GMT |
A Laugh |
Rose board stiff, but woke not dead.
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 09:15:00 GMT |
