cdxix. yousweetsexythangyou

i pierce you, my dick like a bayonet in your somnolent orifice, weary like me, hoping you pour out more for us to float on. you, the gondolier guiding me as i surround your venetian boat vessel.

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cdxiii. wilson st

i imagine old friends coming over for a barbecue and i call everyone by first name. sometimes it’s so real, i taste their favorite drinks on my tongue.

cdviii. adhd

all day, the need to avoid paying attention was welling up in me. also, the need to avoid paying bills. the tremendous benevolent insect is on the wing, becoming powerful by insisting that everyone has the power to accomplish what they desire.

cdvii. when my parents first met

rainbows settled in silent flares around their faded bell-bottoms and defiant hair, igniting them. they were the revolution.

cdiv. harlem

maybe my dreams of you ran through my fingertips until the weary fires finally died. perhaps disappointed tears doused them, bright vibrant colors running down through dead uneven grass to the seas where even the dolphins have grown oddly quiet.

cdii. dangerous places

people i love march into places i’m not yet ready to go. they do not return in this lifetime.

cdi. thinking about last night

fast car. how fast can it go? rev up the motor. let out the throttle. full speed around that next curve. if you fly at the speed of light, will you disappear into the moon’s belly? i wonder.

cccxcix. upheaval

you said you wanted me to hold you. i rushed inside you instead.

cccxcviii. slowmo

the birds are slower these days. too many worms get away. the sun swells like a heartbeat and sweat pours down my back.

cccxcvi. pity

hands stroke under my sheets, drawing lost loves back to haunt. they piggyback old wants onto your cries.