The dark side of me
hides from the bright side of daylight,
imprinting a pale face
against the drawn shades.
As dark as a demon
cowering in the corner of the achy attic,
bloodshot reddish eyes
is the only sign of life.
Sunburnt by supernova
galaxies lightyears of lifetimes away
eclipsed by crescent moons
as the crowd inside boos.
The dark side of me
screams in my only hour of sleep
and stains the sheets
during lucid dreams.
Being me isn’t being myself.
Remember in all of your raging and strife
That hurting is often the main theme of life
Oh, we will cry fiercely against death and shout
Spilling hot blood, tearing fingernails out
Because, we claim later, there’s beauty and pleasure
As though they each came in fair, equal measure
As though we shall not all one day release
life, love, and promise to make agony cease
And this knowledge of ending can set our hearts free
But, it’s a gentle, wise thing, not so easy to see
I’m sorry if this makes you feel weak, sad, or small
I speak just for myself, and for you, and us all
I took all my sports stuff to the car
by mistake I picked up a pair of her knickers.
One of the few clean pairs
then I forgot all about them.
A few days later I came out of the gym
and there they were still on the floor of the car.
I grabbed them and hung them on the mirror
they sway back and forth as I drive around.
If she asks me I can say I wanted something
to remind me of you
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Porterhouse waited for Toni to get
Her first wax job, she finally drove up.
“How did it go?”
“It wasn’t too bad, feel my face.”
“Nice and smooth, how much?”
“$32 plus a $7 tip.”
“Damn, $39. How often are you suppose
to go? Every other month. They should
do your entire body for that price.”
Toni threw her hands up in the air
exacerbated. She gave Port the mean
eye, then grabbed the phone. “Is this
The Wax Hive? Do you do assholes,
because my man is a big one?”
*
We arrived at the police station,
we stank of a 4 day riot of booze,
hash and assorted outlawed
drugs and we were in no mood
to be fucked-about with:
‘Let me see now’ said the
front-desk officer, looking
down at some paperwork:
‘And who are you in relation?’
he asked:
‘I’m his son’ I replied, my
friend was still incapable
of speech and stood smiling:
‘Okay and you’re going to
take him home, out of our
town and back to his
own town’ he asked:
‘Yes sir’ I barked:
15 minutes later he was
released without charge,
he was singing lines from
‘Folsom Prison’ as he
shadow-boxed his way
into the streets of a
town he wasn’t
wanted in.
In moonless night
I feel her
mounting me,
straddling me with warm thighs,
laying her sex upon mine.
Hands on my chest.
I expand in the places she touches,
breathing deeper,
heart beating faster
under her stroke.
Both hands reach out
into the darkness
and contour her curves
until I have two handfuls of ass.
She begins to grind
against my diamond shaft.
I exhale my pleasure,
leaning my head back.
My hands slide up her back
and eventually find her
wings.
She bites,
teeth sinking into the meat of my neck.
Despite the lack of pain
I try to scream,
but my mouth opens so slowly
no sound comes out. Only blood,
pouring from the wound,
coating me with warmth,
drowning me in the ecstasy
of inescapable agony,
a slow-motion symphony,
tantric in this lucid limbo.
And finally,
after four lifetimes of impending doom,
I open my eyes and
explode.
I think my mother is mad at me.
I mean,
I get it,
I suppose.
I am the biggest she ever had.
She took all 9 pounds and
18 inches of me.
The room was full of men
and women
wearing masks
and rubber gloves.
They watched on
as I assaulted
her hole
for 20 hours straight,
no break.
Afterwards,
I sucked her tits,
and she fingered.
We continued
with the tits and
the fingering
for a few years,
but that was it.
I never fucked her again.
Just the one time.
Nowadays,
I don’t even answer the phone
when she calls.
ascending particles
mad dog raindrops screaming
the unknown vault amiss
double-bond chemical trail broken
drop the torch
in perfect gardens
deer hunting with Jesus
plucking strange fruit
inhabiting odd yet familiar places
which didn’t quite fit
but we lived it
anyway, our havens
more an exile
going back to the spherical music
of it all
is a wonder, a short-term lease
from outside the void
spitting on a quasar?
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i know when you
told me you loved
me you were lying
i didn’t mind
i wasn’t exactly
in love with you
either
we were simply
passing the time
waiting for the
right ones to
come along
one day we’ll
be old and can
look back at
this and laugh
although, the
odds say a
murder suicide
is more likely
god willing
Autumn’s last leaf pirouettes on a
cold wind,
cold enough to freeze your tits off,
then falls.
Basking in this great silence like I’m
the only one left,
I light a cigarette.
The dog is staring at me in that
curious way,
wondering what’s next,
“Go on, boy. Go piss.”, I say.
It’s moments like these,
when the world is all alone,
under a blanket of snow that
I wish you were all dead.
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