Sep 2014
wondering about swallowing lysol in cute plastic shot
this morning i saw a gum print handbag, finger ***** tease,
so those are the prayers you save for your knees.
i know, it's terrifying; and the thought of ******* makes
you tired. it makes me tired.
we pretended to love
for protection from this. head against the seat
closer next to kiss. you smiled but i thought about so much time
les vacances and the dirtier brooklyn romps
through teeth, "no, i don't know the nyc scene"
and then, off! we were headed for each word of love.
everything went out as day, we remained in there. the tall
glasses of milk and the shaky hands. how nice the breeze
to slap my cheek in a summer pop ****. the one where i'm
already on fours while the elevator door, closing; down in his head as though walking on madison. i pick off the beauty marks from the
mouths of mean angels (/ the angle of your body makes me soaked through and warm.
duck and stay with me, even if you promise to wait.
you were smiling at "sounds like you," the screen and the taxi horn
scraping in the ****** of a thunderstorm. and me and you and jesus,
all pries of lips and teeth.
solemnly striking mary as he pleased, crawling surprised through
the egyptian's dreams like he was made for it. like ancient honey centipedes. like you and like me
god got sure he made you angry. moving about his eyes he wrapped you up in that redwood chest and you crawled right through
it. look at the hole you left! sound comes as well to thank you,
in scopes of soft, strangled moans. the ones where i have
my tiny hand around your throat, and god rings his hands
in defeat because we ****** so ***** we made the world clean,
the **** finds its home where bacteria grows.
bite 'til there's blood, if that's
what you want. our friends always tried to make martyrs
of us. "i want to know you," he says, but the mountains moan loud
on the ear hairs, those baby ones, that get tickled in the chicago wind
or when you stick your tongue in and i like it.
when a girl says get gone she means it; now rip off
your pretty pink lips i want them to bruise my **** i want
you to get off from it. but you want love
fifth and twenty-second, legs less fervent less eager to bend
over the sink, in the shower, in your bed. so again with the play:
read something about warmth .some thing warm like a body
like your body. some/thing like a brown powder
and now it’s warm all over
here i dip my pinky finger, here spread that on your
gums. baby, you look so good with a finger in your mouth.
i can take the coke drips and the starchy pain of paper cuts,
the first taste of blood and missing the last step, "just dope sick,
alright, *******/"
but the silence is so
it's so
when i wild and bare teeth, it's dreaming
because i can handle the coke drips, the softer butter
shards, real fine i can keep steady all handlebars
a little hype for ketamine like crazy eyes, hear you
repeat to me for two hours one night, "your face! your face!"
and the men they apologize because "it's not mine" but the elbow
won't tear from the socket i'm eating my eyeball i'm shooting the
*** rockets all over manhattan. so what's it to hustle, when the
scene can't even bump it. i'm waiting to nod out to miles davis'
trumpet. tell me how the drug girl can find some one to keep
up/ can one-up the crazy and puff the exhaust. i'm only looking
for a partner in my disgust; so you and me and jesus should talk
laugh over )a real one) "yes i love tequila,
darling you're a *****, meet me at the
bar, ill ******* at your own game ;)"
"oh you'll **** me ? ;)"
"yea i'd *******, so what, i'd **** a lot of
people,"
Read 2:43 am
"..."
"what are you typing"
Read 3:24 am
this morning i saw a gum print handbag, finger ***** tease,
so those are the prayers you save for your knees.
i know, it's terrifying; and the thought of ******* makes
you tired. it makes me tired.
we pretended to love
for protection from this. head against the seat
closer next to kiss. you smiled but i thought about so much time
les vacances and the dirtier brooklyn romps
through teeth, "no, i don't know the nyc scene"
and then, off! we were headed for each word of love.
everything went out as day, we remained in there. the tall
glasses of milk and the shaky hands. how nice the breeze
to slap my cheek in a summer pop ****. the one where i'm
already on fours while the elevator door, closing; down in his head as though walking on madison. i pick off the beauty marks from the
mouths of mean angels (/ the angle of your body makes me soaked through and warm.
duck and stay with me, even if you promise to wait.
you were smiling at "sounds like you," the screen and the taxi horn
scraping in the ****** of a thunderstorm. and me and you and jesus,
all pries of lips and teeth.
solemnly striking mary as he pleased, crawling surprised through
the egyptian's dreams like he was made for it. like ancient honey centipedes. like you and like me
god got sure he made you angry. moving about his eyes he wrapped you up in that redwood chest and you crawled right through
it. look at the hole you left! sound comes as well to thank you,
in scopes of soft, strangled moans. the ones where i have
my tiny hand around your throat, and god rings his hands
in defeat because we ****** so ***** we made the world clean,
the **** finds its home where bacteria grows.
bite 'til there's blood, if that's
what you want. our friends always tried to make martyrs
of us. "i want to know you," he says, but the mountains moan loud
on the ear hairs, those baby ones, that get tickled in the chicago wind
or when you stick your tongue in and i like it.
when a girl says get gone she means it; now rip off
your pretty pink lips i want them to bruise my **** i want
you to get off from it. but you want love
fifth and twenty-second, legs less fervent less eager to bend
over the sink, in the shower, in your bed. so again with the play:
read something about warmth .some thing warm like a body
like your body. some/thing like a brown powder
and now it’s warm all over
here i dip my pinky finger, here spread that on your
gums. baby, you look so good with a finger in your mouth.
i can take the coke drips and the starchy pain of paper cuts,
the first taste of blood and missing the last step, "just dope sick,
alright, *******/"
but the silence is so
it's so
when i wild and bare teeth, it's dreaming
because i can handle the coke drips, the softer butter
shards, real fine i can keep steady all handlebars
a little hype for ketamine like crazy eyes, hear you
repeat to me for two hours one night, "your face! your face!"
and the men they apologize because "it's not mine" but the elbow
won't tear from the socket i'm eating my eyeball i'm shooting the
*** rockets all over manhattan. so what's it to hustle, when the
scene can't even bump it. i'm waiting to nod out to miles davis'
trumpet. tell me how the drug girl can find some one to keep
up/ can one-up the crazy and puff the exhaust. i'm only looking
for a partner in my disgust; so you and me and jesus should talk
laugh over )a real one) "yes i love tequila,
darling you're a *****, meet me at the
bar, ill ******* at your own game ;)"
"oh you'll **** me ? ;)"
"yea i'd *******, so what, i'd **** a lot of
people,"
Read 2:43 am
"..."
"what are you typing"
Read 3:24 am
