There is a pain in my ass
think I’ll
call it
my ego
drive out to
old desert drive-in
movie theater
dig a
grave next
to Las Vegas
cheaters
ego
ego
here is my name
i don’t need
either of you
in this
life
nor
the
next
lazy eye summer,
can’t see what’s left,
can’t see what’s right,
bride’s fly in fighting formation patterns,
white dresses spoil in last heat of sun,
the grooms just a broom frozen in margarita friendly
submersion for all the mistress to drink down with
curse words reserved since last kiss apology,
hotel is empty, maids all clocked out
the television is still sing sung sitcoming
making light of realities displeasures
another mans trash is another mans treasure
x marked on personal ad map
photo is Greek to shy voyeurs
tricked by notion of rejection
fantasizing in mothers basements
better men have come and gone
leaving for wedding cake
leaving last goodbye kiss gift
nonreturnable
no recipet for the blues
a ring promised
a ring giveth
two different fingers
two different promises
two different outcomes
a lie
a vow
two tears
opposite in emotion
can’t see whats left
can’t see whats right
two drunks
same night
a man sighs in
guilty relief.
coffee brewing resurgence, attempt
to out smart stupidity, who
has won once again in aging
building held in contempt by
well off neighbors,all of whom share
same dental features as wolves,
get me back into my backyard grass,
were it is safe to play hide with
no seek to come, but cum is what I
seek to do, the bushes, your bushes,
sweet Amelia of mind, get me out of
stupidities house of falling cards,
the budget can’t handle any more
misgivings, that is what the emails
have written in between words of
jovial congratulations, I have been here
long enough to see through sheep’s
clothing and know that no one is on your
side unless you are the one doing the
cutting.
I have denied sleep
until darkest hour
worshipping visions
brought on by
sacrificing my liver
to cheap aluminum can Gods.
He wanted
to date
Sylvia Plathian
woman,
instead,
he married
watered down
Tara Reid-esqu
succubus,
the cops
ruled his
death an
average
suicide.
clothes are uninspired,
stomach’s unimpressed by diet,
I don’t know what I am supposed to do,
but feel like I’m doing it all wrong,
shoes need a vacation,
coffee cup needs a shower,
you say you love me,
but sometimes I question your reasons,
I drift through fallen leaf days,
churning out smoke stacks in ocean lined sand,
remembering to remember the art of forgetting,
racking up debt in honeybee kingdom,
i sell my shirt to the gas pumps,
break the glass of windowless trees,
cough up change, never enough for an excuse,
tell others I am them,
when will the rain come?
and explain everything to me
over empty bags of tea.
if these hands held fire
bed time stories, bombing raids
cleanse me, pure river
2:00 a.m. couch wake up call
get into bed
6:45 a.m. alarm clock roll call
happy Monday
I followed my father
down dream-scape highway
almost died choking on tortilla,
thought death would have me with a
spoonful of salsa
lover frightened, happy I
survived
To follow my father
down a dream-scape highway
no face shown, just back,
jeans and a windbreaker jacket
I nor anyone will
peer into fathers eyes
have not for two years(+)
except
photographs
memories
lucky dreams
last night, just
back, no face
down dream-scape highway
we were going home.
A sloth shat out, a
love poem & all the midgets
clapped while the short bus
circled around the book store
that declined the invitation to
sell modern blase story lines
because they fell in love with the mood
to uphold something more grandious
than the law of the Oprah Book club
land, and all the junkies rejoiced
in knowing that there would be a free
buffet of words that mattered, going
so far as to hang a sign that sung
verses against squares bound by
technological perversity.
please send me photos
your body unclothed just for
me, so I can sleep
powergracebeautypassion replied to your photo: photo of me modeling a t-shirt that my girlfriend…
That t-shirt is awesome and your lady is super talented…does she have a place where one can view the collection?
Hey, I am glad you dig it. She will have an Etsy account going soon. She might actually kill me if she knew I posted that photo, but I believe in her work. I’ll keep everyone update. I may post some more tonight. who knows.
I keep
my gender
a secret
from
myself
so I
can
be
surprised
every-
time
I
pop
a
tent.
Hike up your skirt,
I am hunger and in
need of inspiration to
live past the prime of
my life.
greenblood replied to your post: ]]> greenblood replied to your post: ]]>…
hm. how does that work?
I am sure there is an episode of house to explain it.
greenblood replied to your post: ]]> greenblood replied to your post: ]]>…
*sprays with bourbon*
lol with hard on?
I’m a lonely barista
serving mirror image
I’m a werewolf in cheap
sheep skin boxers
I’m a mother fucker
who has only fucked one
mother
I’m a dark room
where photos melt
from esoteric
silver lining
bullshit
I’m complex fingers
in simplicities
panties
I’m a death mask on
walls of rich ex-hippies
who still support
Ben and Jerry
I’m nothing but a
body and a computer
Let me suck your tits
while Secret Service men
watch
Then I can die
laughing.
greenblood replied to your post: ]]> greenblood replied to your post: WTF ah….
no thanks. i’m straigthedge.
me too!
oh wait…
