Friday, May 31, 2013

slugs and my wet pussy

slugs and my wet pussy
both dry up and die for
salty finger folly
and regain in the rain

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

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
I have ten minutes to think of something romantic and profound to say to win you over but all I can think of is how your body and my body are puzzle pieces and what your face used to look like when i walked in coffee shops and what I will look like to no one now
i am sorry, for
whatever i did or
whoever i am that
led you to wake up and
drive me to work
for the last time

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
I bought
thirty dollar
socks

just so
you can take
them off

Friday, May 24, 2013

in between mms and ooms and ions and pillow your and face on my face I slide like k.y.

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

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

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. 

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

funny how
a room of jerking hands
flit about like birds in love