Tag: perspective

up your efforts

A poem.

i’m sitting in her truck
as she drives through an expanse
and i’m hopelessly stuck,
watching for the tells on her face.
my love is late.
my dreams always end this way.

tick tock anticipating,
still staring at a big stupid screen
with Sinéad stuck in the CD player
that needs to be replaced
but these days there isn’t anywhere else
for me to be.

cant get away, rolling
over myself again,

relentless, blistering, reddening –
an early Spring and long-passed petaling,
her ride, her music i’m listening,

lording
how many times before have i
fallen on my sword
because i was bored?
how many afternoons past with plans on plans to get
on track
only to find my way back?
more than the fingers
and toes and
Geppetto’s nose & cock can count.

life wears its hair how one likes just to spite
with a perfect white smile which bites.

//wd 7.29.2023

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stop at the flesh

A poem.

so then,
if i could do it all again

would i want to?

do i really want to know
what could have happened that bad?
negate all i have now for what i could have had?

well since you asked so politely,
i know the things i would change.
to a tee.
life is a lab when you have open multiple tabs –
back-and-forth in a deli sampling various exotic meats,
when it probably costs half your salary, easily
for a real-life meet-and-greet with no physical guarantees.

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vigorously masturbating

or, once more, with feeling!

A poem about the dip.

i think we have a winner on our hands!

finally,
after years of searching,
someone is willing to take their clothes off to be in my movie!

“i’m thrilled to introduce
the only one of us that i’m paying
to be a part of this voluntary production i’m arranging!”
what do you want for dinner tonight?
kobe beef?
i’m buying.
the rest of them, give ’em ramen with egg!
now stroke, stroke, stroke for Sadie Benning’s sake!

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