#playfulness
time is circling its core like a villain
streets are running under my feet
is that the inflamed sky
call me your fortune teller, disaster, whatever
I condemn you to the bestiary of my clarity
you'd better make up another camouflage or transparency,
a savage new name for devilry each day
you smile an unfiltered smile,
like a Sisyphus of tease and play
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
(inspired by Mike Burch’s poem “Almost”)
We almost loved, in the sudden heat,
of ham-smacking lust for forbidden treats.
What made us stop - what got in the way?
If we’d just let go, at love’s buffet,
exchanged sweet fluids and DNA
would we still be the friends,
that we are today?
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
The well dug deep
She is one to forever keep
She dances naked for me
In the coin fountain
She wears **** boots
On the balcony
Amid raindrops
And not a stitch more
For the hyperbole
It's the perfect dividing
Of night and day
This well of ours
From which we play
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
On the second floor
of a department store
At the DMV
appointment window
In the kissing booth
on Coney Island
Anywhere around
her pineapple grove
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
Intricate pattern of the night
Brought to life by silver rays
Close mesh of designs
Filigreed artistry all over
Softened sighs wake up desires
Splashing the colors of night
Dripping with passionate fervor
Both the canvases pristine
Waiting to be exploited
By the artistry of the suave artists
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC