You think *** is *****.
That's why the types of women you ****,
are the ones that you hate,
and why you can't make love,
or lick to taste.
That's why you want to spit at me,
with your scrunched up face.
That's why you don't say a thing,
after blowing your load.
No matter how hard I made you explode,
you pull apart and go straight for your phone.
The paper towels,
sports zones,
like sweaty men bumping helmets
are any cleaner.

An average college dorm bed creaks as I am pulled against your warm body with your hands caressing the crease my hip bones.

Our pulses are almost in sync but as usual I am a bit more nervous.

I roll over and see what I have been waiting for, perfection.

I need to call the doctors because a smile like that could cure cancer.

If the Earth could stop spinning now would be that time.

Safe and wanted, what unfamiliar feelings churn in my stomach.

Just as I begin to feel like I am going to loose my lunch. I am embraced by your arms and you look me into the eyes and say, the three words, eight letters I never expected to hear.

My nausea dissolves and I kiss those lips because I can't find any words perfect enough to match yours

That would be ideal, but it's hard to roll over and feel that perfection when we are 182 miles apart.

these horns, these horns, they weigh me down
they extend like branches towards the sun
and my head is forced to face the asphalt
while I never get to see the rushing headlights

my shadow is sewn to the soles of my sneakers
feet slowly being molded to cloven hooves
as I tip toe through then new year silverdust snow
to feed my few remaining stray familiars

I still live behind the old car wash
so there isn't going to be an inspirational landscape
only drunken demi-gods, dollars falling on deaf ears,
and a cutlass ciera in need of a catalyic converter

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the connection we had
the beauty we saw in stars during
the night of making love to one another
your body reaches my mindset on cloud nine
every inch of you is impeccable
thinking of how you got me
wrapped 'round your little finger
would be the sweetest mind trip
i'd have to explore
feeling so nostalgic right now
cause the type of moon that's crawling in the sky is your favourite
and it reminds me of your beauty
the perfection of your seduction
the infatuation of your intoxication
the earth itself appreciates your presence
endulging the blue scent that is your soul
peaceful, truthful .. glorious source of energy
your voice haunting my thoughts
losing myself to the melody
my heart plays when you find
comfort in my hands
and let me slide into your thighs
where my emotional senses are retraced
as i continue to embrace the edges of your temple
i recall your perfect imperfections.

Sleep, torn eyes wait for the darkness
Searching for signs of dreams coming
Waiting, wondering when they don't
Tired, hungry eyes looking for sheep
To jump gates that never open










Moonbeams peak between slats
Wakening, the woken
Thoughts creep towards the dawn
Side stepping any opportunity
Of resting, in the cool of dark.
Tonight,
I wished I walked amongst the stars
When sleep stays at bay
I'd glide across the wide expanse
Of heavenly jewel studded ocean
Converse with the Great Bear
Query Aquarius about moon pathways
Until then I’ll lie in wait
For first chinks of the day.

it was dark
when you broke in
and made me feel
it was finally bright again
when you took off and ran

I want to wear the ocean
and bring waves everywhere I go.
I want to sleep on the clouds
and wake up sunkissed.
I want to grow leaves
and flowers
and fruits,
and shed magnificently in the fall
and blossom sweetly in the spring
and be ripe and fresh in the summer.
I want to befriend whales
and polarbears
and eagles
and be wild and free.
I want to drink the milky way
and glow from the inside.
I want to powder my face with stars
and take people's breaths away.
I want to dye my hair with rainbow
and never have bad hair days again.
I want a voice that sounds like birdcall
and sea breeze
and rain shower,
and sing without ever needing words.
I want to embrace the Earth
and love it like Mother Nature.
I want to die like the moon
and make way for a bright new day.

Look at all those monkeys
Jumping in their cage.
Why don't they all go out to work
And earn a decent wage?

    How can you say such silly things,
    And you a son of mine?
    Imagine monkeys travelling on
    The Morden-Edgware line!

But what about the Pekinese!
They have an allocation.
'Don't travel during Peke hour',
It says on every station.

    My Gosh, you're right, my clever boy,
    I never thought of that!
    And so they left the monkey house,
    While an elephant raised his hat.