Thanksgiving? My family is the only thing that keeps me sane. |
i forget you, your face
is indistinguishable from vague
tastes of date rape splayed drooling
under steamy relief
from this lingering headache.
I hate you but there is no reason for it,
just lik...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 02:13:00 GMT |
The Small Blue Pill (With apologies to Lewis Carroll) |
Its a forced evaluation.
Putting the soap to the proper receptor
and decidedly taking
Ozzy's side of the argument.
"And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly st...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 15:53:00 GMT |
Two Paintings Hanging in my Dentist's Lobby |
The mechanism I'm sure is regulated;
virtually pendulous... as if these
tendencies could hang freely and swing,
dangling like puppet strings.
Dancing at the whim of my subconcious;
my marionet mind l...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:15:00 GMT |
The flush. |
The blush.
The intoxicated stare of the puffed cheek face;
freshly fucked and glowing.
Unmistakable.
The release blooming
akin to the sun suddenly growing
giant incandecent flowers once ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 10:19:00 GMT |
Rabbit Pellets |
If the fiber of the fantasy is to be believed
(the texture)
then your smile, though radiant,
is not your best feature,
and I’d swear,
your parked appendage
tastes like sweet gritty chocolate.
&n...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 10:46:00 GMT |
Embargo |
I
All negotiations cease...
she with the perfect teeth;
the pristine teeth.
Leap, leap, stop, repeat.
Who would've known
that the seemingly so soft
could turn to stone?
Rushing to...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 13:42:00 GMT |
40 mg. OC 11 oz. JB |
Inside
Awaiting the migration,
the eventual drop...
I sit at the table with my hands on the top,
palms down,
staring at two tabs of ecstasy.
I'd dare,
but I'm far too chemically altered ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 14:08:00 GMT |
Hold Over Soap |
I don't know how to hide the words...
the code no longer flowing.
Oh, I bit the bullet, loitered, and clung...
but after the wash,
I realized the essence was mine...
sparking both nos...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 13:45:00 GMT |
Shag Carpets and Disco Balls. |
At the after party
before the race was over;
myself already past the sights and
the vast expanses the track displayed as steady
and looking so right.
Kind of.
Didn't so much skip ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 08:53:00 GMT |
The Petri Glass. |
Imagine being fueled
by fermented dreams
and the palpable phenomenon
of those designs disintegrating
upon contact with first light.
We shimmy to the thrum created
by the sheer amount of bi...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 21:48:00 GMT |
