polarized circus-post coital curtains

Torpedoed
My aching middle
2000 miles away.
Telepathy.
I imagine him so consistently.
Holding, kissing me
That it’s like
I’ve never lent a part of we
To rot in the rain.
I-
Whole again,
Thank YOU.
Good job;
Good talk;
Top story:
Two out of two
Are clogged.
One of each-
Erosive.
The One we are-
A bit like God.
A little country/
A tad mod
Our love sultry,
Free,
Broad.

Torpedoed
An ego-riddled
Riddle
To let go of my human.
Trying to disperse
As I’ve been cursed

Bedridden..

Pen in one hand
The other –
Soft.
Wet.
I feel you wanting me
Though I’d rather feel you
Filling me in
With your pen

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CANTYOUSEE-IFITSFUNITAINTEASY

The hardest must be
Fighting the urge to destroy
And create instead
I guess
I’d done enough damage today
Time to resurrect – build more walls
I guess
This is an end
Can one finish without beginning?
I guess
We go from being to believing
We’ve never been so lazy
Not tired
But hidden
In shells and caves
I guess
I love to lose.
Your trophy
was a test
At best
Scratched it daily:
Comfy – lazy.
Selfish.
Dying for you to hate me
The illusion-I hoped
Would be better than the real thing
I lie to myself
How pure the comforting.
YOU FOOL!
YOU FOOL!
YOU FOOL!
Beat me up!
Can I die from rejecting again?
No love, thanks!
No fun, thanks!
I guess
At best
I’d rather stress over
Profanities
Of my shallowness.
Get drunk and sing insanities
Never reaching..
Cause what if I do?
What would happen then?
I guess
We’ll never know..
Stitch myself up with alcohol
STAY LOW, YOU FOOL!
STAY LOW!
Potential and hope are for the simple souls
In darkness lies completion,
Suffering-
A blessing really, someone told.
CHOP CHOP CHOP!
I, THE FOOL,
YOU,BEAUTIFUL,
CAN DRAW-
I SHALL CROP.
BUILD ,
PAINT,
LOVE ME-
I WILL CROP.

Sweet sweet sadness
I embody
You-
A prisoner with no fault
You’d be taken advantage of,
No doubt,
Non stop.

I guess I’m
Your suppressor:
Sincerely,
Didn’t mean to
Undress you
Like I did…
Make you lie with the fool.

Head to toe
I’m embarrassed
Head to toe
You’re the project
Of the fallacy
Of my non-life
Unfulfilled.
So loved,
You’re despised.

Black gold/white coal

Too lazy to create
Anything allusive
Just bare
Tired
On the edge of the bed
I bleed sick
My face merges with the red
of my old dress
Feet bare
Veins
Transpire
ringing in my ears
Sensual immanence
Stark
Scary
Swan-like
Silhouette
Swaying sky-wards
Suck it.
Or stay safe in your sickness
Sweet
Sweet
Sadness
Of loving
Before you’re ready
Sick of coming
For the sake of it
Bittersweet
Blandness
Of staying on the fence
Sick of coming
Without going anywhere
I’m better off
Home alone
Skull and bones
Overthrown
By my own gagging self
Salute my wicked smile
Stance of a soldier
Sore from missions
Incomplete
Save our souls
Sleep sweet sin
Insane
Without flaws
Sprayed with skin
Laced spit
Sun
Set
Dance
Solo romance
Sand
In my supervision
Soggy bottoms
Seeking
Strength
In submission