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I wouldn't start the email with a barren dear or I hope this finds you well… I want to be polite like a gentle summer rain after the drought and lascivious like a baby born naturally, I want. In the...
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Poetry
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Jewel of Denial
The sun, he made a late appearance Hungover, he rose up woozily Beating, burning, itching bad Longing, missing what he’d had The air is light, moans, palpitates The morning came, however late A new dazzling faint flame flickers fiery Her...
Read More →Down There
I do not want to die But I do not care if I did A day, two months, ten years Yes, I cried, so what if I kid? A single day feels like fifty The walls pushing in, vertigo The...
Read More →Unloved
What more is yet to lose, A broken soul cannot choose, dropped without much concern, A hateful action puposefully ensued.
Read More →Batman and the Maid
However sad for a true man It has been said that a woman Either loves or hates; she knows no medium We have here two fates; we’ve here no premium Batman throbs in death’s three throes Found he’s facing fiendish...
Read More →Hole in the Whole
I looked deep, deep into the whole And the bottom was there, so close The bottom… so close… could’ve just swallowed me Its black teeth, so sharp, smiled wide full of glee And the slope to the hole was steep...
Read More →Of late
I’m late the century just passed by carrying the breathable ticketless, on the red painted curb crumbled unrescued by the hopefighters or me unrescued by the mummified hitchhiker or by the falling thumb pointing directionless towards
Read More →Honey and Olives, Somber and Sober
I like to snack on olives I like healthy treats But, hon, do you even care What a dead man eats It’s midnight, I remember now Knew a man who drove a hearse Always happy, day in, day out Carrying...
Read More →Snow in the Summer
In her spring I met her Loved her in her summer Her leaves didn’t see falling The swan sang, cold, mourning I met her late in her spring Forget-me-nots lakeside Easy choice, to be her king She’s Bonnie, me, her...
Read More →Incubus
Ask me not what I think of you My dark tongue could desecrate your pupils Time breathes, time heals, and time knifes your scruples Ask not what time thinks of the world of yours Its cold bitter-sweet sword cuts concrete...
Read More →Thanks, Giving Turkey
A special day for us all Yet, o turkey, poor, poor turkey You’d rather yourself recalled And have us feast on beef jerky Your thighs are long, shapely, dark Milky white is your breast, perky Please shut your delicious beak...
Read More →Unraped
Allow me the pain of a mortal don't remove the street sign, the crosswalk to the other curb, the mortgage or the ungrazable lawn of the pearly gates Let the candle blister the leukemic god, the thought coerce all inbred...
Read More →And then… silence
And I died a little bit more. Fascinating how you can keep on dying even when there’s no more life left in you. And she was moved by nothing else but the crushing weightlessness of her wants. And I listened...
Read More →After a while
I used to love an animal of habit a woman, a man, a child myself as a child, as the invincible soldier of impunity as a previous, lighting cats & rodents of fireworks as latter, impervious to sob as a...
Read More →The Ballad of the Man Who Was Once a King
Once upon a time Succumbing to beauty was a man’s undoing No longer his prime Succubus – she had, yes, her own plans a-brewin’ Beneath the charred soil Only cinders left Behold the scarred soul Now of life bereft There...
Read More →Ravenous
I don’t know this man – never met Ray, yet… He knows me; I know him I don’t have a wife – her name is Babette I want to travel south – no, northbound I know me… does me know...
Read More →Corny Thievery and Wit
To spend my ink on my ilk Proves to be quite a daunting task To not error in my speech I resort to my loyal flask Tongue-in-cheek is my style Lips to cheek, take a bow Fragile fair fairy floats...
Read More →The Chase
I saw a girl, I met her gaze And her eyes smiled, dazzle, daze, haze I want her child — was shut my case She was danger, a buccaneer She wants, she steals — she does not loan As I...
Read More →For Margaret
Today my heart ached However, no, I did not cry I was pleased to know I own the kind power to die My bare skin once draped Now see the might the words belie Darkly sunshine glow Not to wed...
Read More →The Corn and the Thief
Happy birthday to the unborn I have blue shoes, new, never worn The anniversary of disbelief I had a red blanket, then came a thief The day’s bleak; clouds are heavy; men, forlorn I went up the stairs, turned left,...
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