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John B Dec 2015
TBO
What's this?

I haven't seen you in about two years.

What a trip.

Drempt about you again I fear.

Here I sit.

Sides aching from a night of thrusts and laughter.

All alone just shakeing not sure quite what I'm after.
All I know is your the only one who has it. I've never met another, hope that I never do, I just want you, oh well, its not so bad, just an open wound in my side pressed raw by a nation of temptations, a generation of complacents and the memory of you, memory ever freshened by the winds of social media, a soul mate holds my sides and crys as I miss you so deeply I cannot feel her touch, you mortally wounded me, Venus, my unrequiteable loyalty, dashed jaged on rocks, like a ship in fog so close all not to reach the shore, are you happy? Is it what you expected? Do you have regrets like me? Do you ever lay in bed like this and wonder how it may have otherwise gone? Do you ever think about showing up at my door like you have before for a hug, for a smoke and or a shoulder to cry on? I wish I had the strength to let your tears play on my heart without it softening for you, do I still give the best hugs in the world? Can you still feel safe in my arms? Is that really all I wanted.
John B Dec 2015
Sweet dreams

Sweet Angeline

Sweet like your ***** stay

Sweet for the king

Sweet like the taste I had

Sweet as iced cream

Sweet like the moments before we were seen
Good a last words as any cryed from hangmans stand come hanging time.
John B Dec 2015
My new ****

Not the blue one

One day newer

On sale

let me moo some

Its clear like nuance

Thick like gluons

Brick for the new on

Stricken for the cue son

Gargles like a listerine commercial

No spit

Atomizer ice catcher just a fine mist

Beaker base sits steady

Every time I take a hit my minds blown

Seriously
[the gathering glass off railroad ave downtown bellingham wa]
(not that I often shop there just one good story for the record as the local understanding is that they over charge and don't know their *** from a hole in the wall but I had a good experience this time)
{Reluctant endorsement unsolicited}
  Dec 2015 John B
Charles Bukowski
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
John B Nov 2015
It was so hard to put in words

Tho I spoke to you when idle ears were far from my lips

When words flowed like a river

Like a river yes and still but your beauty is my sun

In your presence only steam pours from me

Your heat burning the shell from my heart

You make me weak

My Venus

I wanted to plough your fertal pastures

Like a good stuard

For its own benefits before my own

You were sharp and curious

Listened intently to my ranting and stared into my eyes

I thought myself weak but you understood better than my pupils

Your apatites reached my ears as a warning but iticed me instead

Your history no surprise or mark against you

I wanted all of you for mine

To make perfect an only slightly tarnished vestal

To complete you in hopes you could complete me

But your eyes cut my soul like a knife without ever seeing it

Your voice crushed my bones to dust with a whisper

Pity

Gref

How low we were when heavens bowed before us

I would have given myself to you in no unbinding terms

But you could not offer the same and I could tell you wanted too

I value your honesty and wish you had lied

Should fate spit on us again in this way

We're I to find myself in your shoes

I suposse I'd recomend Polyamory

I wouldn't take you up on it for him

Then I'm not gay and you never did discriminate

Just saying the world could be my harum

Time and space at my Mercy

A machine in the next room to customize entitys for company

You would be my bottom ***** for life

Given that's as bigoted as an analogy gets

It's coming from a good place
"You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt."
John B Nov 2015
Hard to think of a stink as pungent

Without repelling those who sense it

Grand grotesque and sour smell

Beloved by all

In diminution
John B Nov 2015
Gaped by a fence post wrapped in razor wire

By a starving aids infested flaming gay vampire

While a pack of memorized apes fling ****

And get lubed up for full contact *******
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