slugs and my wet pussy
both dry up and die for
salty finger folly
and regain in the rain
Friday, May 31, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
always never hope
when I worked out
our knots, and knots in
necks, I didn't expect
the kay to drop
leave me in the absence of space
find me by the night of day
and pray, with words
that weren't worth waking
to the nobody upstairs
you always never hoped was there
our knots, and knots in
necks, I didn't expect
the kay to drop
leave me in the absence of space
find me by the night of day
and pray, with words
that weren't worth waking
to the nobody upstairs
you always never hoped was there
yes miss
all I want is
to make you happy
so I smack you in the head
and shove my feet in your pathetic face
and try to kill you with my butt and hope
that these are the things
that make you happy
most
to make you happy
so I smack you in the head
and shove my feet in your pathetic face
and try to kill you with my butt and hope
that these are the things
that make you happy
most
Sunday, May 26, 2013
sad poetry, oh noetry
I'm happy
(happy?)
I took my break
before hers
just so
we have had been
dating
for a half hour
more
(happy?)
I took my break
before hers
just so
we have had been
dating
for a half hour
more
Friday, May 24, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
and Indian giving
sitting Indian style
has little to do with Indians
unless
Indians sat around,
smelling your cum
leak out their pussies
as if by some
forgiveness of osmosis
has little to do with Indians
unless
Indians sat around,
smelling your cum
leak out their pussies
as if by some
forgiveness of osmosis
Saturday, May 18, 2013
I love and miss you so much at the same time that I am in a constant state of nausea and panic
I would ask you to run away with me
if my mouth could find your ears
if my mouth could find your ears
then my finders could find
the opposite of your elbows and
touch and
maybe we wouldn't need to talk
but sleep like trees in summer
if my mouth could find your ears
if my mouth could find your ears
then my finders could find
the opposite of your elbows and
touch and
maybe we wouldn't need to talk
but sleep like trees in summer
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
back room bargaining
bare feet on concrete,
feeling the shock of cool
and think, of sleeping with
you like river rocks
sound to now not move against
change. leave me here.
knees to my chest, choking
or relieving choking.
calming, or relieving calm
fresh is the word that runs
into my arm crooks like rain
fresh. you or her or us but
fresh, a fresher something
ever in crispers crisping
or tossed plastics in the air
a botched dining tv spot
fresh, or feeling fresh, looking
fresh. needing fresh seeking
something shocking, an ice bath
dunk tank you and me say, need.
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