#tercet
High on acid with steam-filled lungs;
I call my poor mother and tell her I'm fine,
I fetch my good brother and tell him to bring me the gun.
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 6:37 PM UTC
you feel a storm
you move fast
you etch his name above your navel with hungry fingers
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 8:22 AM UTC
one I knew
many years ago
all was fun
we didn't know
life was short
many years ago
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
'What reality is this?', she giggled.
Before a second had passed,
she had ceased to exist.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
S.O.S.
we're in distress
require immediate assistance.
Come quick as you can
tell your captain, Old Man
and pardon my insistence.
We're sinking fast
our ship won't last
despite our best resistance.
But as long as she floats
get ready your boats
to salvage our existence.
C.Q.D.
please talk to me
as it is, we aren't left much persistence.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
it feels pretty strange
being called by a phrase
that isn't my name
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
Proudly standing, rigid trees
Swaying gently in the breeze
We watch the shadows fall
Switches whip, the twigs are severed
Yet the mighty wood persevers
Awaiting its next call
Day becomes night; sunshine ends
Branches soon begin to bend
Raw bark peels in strips.
Autumn comes; the trees must fight
For each burning speck of light
Drudged from unwilling lips.
We watch them quiver in the breeze
The axe-man comes to fell the trees
The thinnest shall go first.
Year by year, the seasons change
We ignore the passing strange
Stiff bodies, in one hearse.
No one knows if it shall end
The loss of foe, alike with friend
Means sunlight for the living.
“What shall happen to them all?”
Still we watch the shadows fall
A gift that keeps on giving.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
Now is all I have,
A masters grace that transcends
Ability of those before and after
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
And I swam against the stream;
Swept by currents and hit rocks,
But I swam against the stream.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
"Regular Sized Rudy?
Why do they call you that?"
"Just look at me."
Yes, look at me. Are
the laces of my corset
tied tight enough?
Do I deserve lust
if ******* show
in this underbust?
Is my masculinity
compliant and
where it needs to be?
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
The scent of lust
begins in a solution of
my spit and your skin
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
I am, therefore I
think I am: a being
without having
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
I've seen heaven
Wish it were my haven
When I sought solace here
They numb my mind
They play my mind
The things I saw there
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
It is time to wake up
from the languid daydreams
that once I treasured so.
The place that used to be a haven,
an escape from life’s banality,
now feels like a gilded cage.
The mind wanders, untethered,
through sunlit corridors of indolence
pushing to see how far it can go.
Tantalizing me with possibilities,
never reality, this limbo
is only good for the occasional vacation.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Looks like burnout
Tastes like failure
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC