A single-page 2D drawing.
Tag: life
thank you, Cardinal Richelieu
to whom we owe our fabulous screws
A poem.
the smitten
are only going to give you
as much grace as they can.
nothing waits forever
unless you work across from them
often turning one-hundred-and-eighty-degrees
in their direction
not for them –
it’s just part of your job description;
accidentally break
at the same time as them,
back-and-forth, braiding one another between
the sink and the toaster oven.
on my knees
(digging for cheese)
A poem.
some days,
most without even trying,
i take the easy way out:
i get stuck in my thoughts
and spin out of control
not even paying attention
and soon i’m on my knees in the kitchen
hunched over
trying to differentiate between months-old droppings
and fragments of plastic cheese
from the bag of Tex-Mex i just dropped on the floor
because i would rather simply be
trying to do nothing at all just
laying on the couch but
thinking,
dreaming,
praying of being somewhere else,
anywhere,
in another dimension, off there somewhere
where exists what could have happened –
their lust was such
“A short, illustrated story about the author’s fantasy come to life, albeit with a realistic ending.”
i thought i was good
A poem.
and then i went outside & hotboxed my car
and could feel a weight right on top of me.
no boner: just a feeling
because i’m pretty sure my dick is dying
but i was only idling,
recalling other times other loves had held me
and that sensation flowed through me
and visually, i thought how the rest would be
as i imagined i wrapped my arms around her
and kissed her neck; smelled her hair,
thinking i could drag it on even longer
because time didn’t matter. i’d learned
how crucial it is, to make use of what i’d had
not that going out like Craig wouldn’t be totally rad,
but when would i ever find myself in a position like that?
getting fucking nuked while on top of a silo
telling my second true love i’d be waiting in the afterglow?
just have her and Vesper lesbian-domination wrestle.
theory of a daskeman 