she had the
eyes of a
demon
tempting
me with
every lick
of her
lips
my mother
warned me
about women
like this
told me they
would never
be good for
me
yet
another
lie from
my childhood
that i thankfully
never believed
this is feral love
this is sweet love
the kind of love that bites
leaves traces
of deep
this is honest love
painful love
innocent love
whore love
animal love
black onyx eyes turned white kind of love
rooftop love
where you on your knees suck the breath
where the ocean of my cunt comes tinged with sirens
where your moans hit walls in hushed devils
where you turn my slaver into wine
drunk
you drink
and think
of other ways to make sermons leave my mouth
religious love,
my Jesus Christ
my Heavenly Father
my silent prayer
my rust in your mouth
my love in your mouth
carving tunnels
to sleep inside
warm nights
warm torso,
I drip
your tip
on lips
laughter
no illusions
what life is this?
where we laugh
at our baptism, our Holy union
a purge
ablution
a world of us,
them,
invisible/
hot July L.A. nights are ours
myopic gaze
make skyscrapers quiver
sodden gravel
leave hieroglyphs
on skin
she has the eyes
of some exotic
goddess that
shouldn’t be
talking to
someone like
me
and when she
said i was the
man of her
dreams
i laughed
either she’s
fucking blind
or it’s just
another scam
artist that
thinks a poet
has money
imagine that
it felt nice seeing old
friends happily
disappearing into a beautifully
constructed nightmare
meanwhile back in your place
for the fifth time this month
i fell asleep
laughing hysterically while
the room was on fire
it all happened so fast
you slipped my hand
under your dress
and i gave you access
to my netflix account
you were fucking beautiful
until you weren’t
you’d always say
there’s no love
when we drink too much
when we dream
too little
when all we seem to do is fuck
in public
bathrooms
and text each other pink
heart emojis
I’VE GOT ONE HEAD IN THE FRIDGE
ONE GENIUS HEAD
ONE MASTERPIECE HEAD
I TOOK A PHOTO OF IT
INSIDE THE FRIDGE
WITH MY PHONE
BETWEEN BROCCOLI AND MUSTARD
I THINK I’M GONNA POST IT ONLINE
BETWEEN THE LINK I SHARED YESTERDAY
AND SOMETHING ELSE I WILL POST TONIGHT
hard fingers where the pale meets the pink
dirty mouth hunger dripping drink
savor sweet sanguine soaking hole
suck me honey i wont tell a soul
hammer hard pavement meets the dirt
tell me why the boys they always hurt
bare scars of love
and past encounters left astray.
these small breasts
swell and wane depending on
the season,
these small breasts weren’t so
small when I was nine
naïve and boyish,
not at all co-que-ttish
these small breasts
were unaware
that young boys glancing meant
nothing more than curiosity
these small breasts
fast forward decades and
cheap romances,
I cut off tension
and pierced diagonal
restraints from pleasure,
lateral encounters
these small breasts
of tongues and teeth gone numb
on purpose,
until they grew
these small breasts
only not literally
just with excitement of the release
of fastened uprising and
centered frailty
at first lick
these small breasts
of pleased redemption.
a woman asked me
the other day why
i write poetry
i told her because
it is the only thing
that ever excited
me
other than the
possibility of
murder for
a living
she laughed like
i was joking
when i informed
her that at eighteen
i realized it was
either scribbling
in a notebook
or serial killer,
she started to
realize this was
a can of worms
that never should
have been opened
It whispers, burn the fucking house down,
They don’t really love you;
No one ever will. You are entirely insufferable.
Burn the fucking house down, you can make it look like an accident,
They will never know.
He returns from plummeting depths,
A deranged acolyte, skull filled with dead leaves and purgatory,
Love is piercing agony, thoughts of being alone, but
pleading to snip off their toes with wire cutters,
Simultaneously begging for release, redemption and symbiosis,
Just burn the fucking house down
you are already
trapped
inside.
“Anything can be art” she said as she
packed her shit, I looked at her and
said “garbage isn’t art” we argued
“Well he makes me happy,” I took a drag
of my cigarette and told her “everyone
deserves happiness,” she gave me a dumbfounded
look as she packed up the panties she never wore for me, she probably pranced around that cocksuckers “studio” in them, and they probably fucked on a canvas getting paint everywhere like a shitty 80’s movie, I said “I’ve never seen those” and she said “I just grabbed them from the sale rack”, bullshit, I thought as I popped open a beer and brought it to my lips, she looked at me and said “I’m leaving you because you drink too much and you are an asshole, you never gave a fuck about me” I looked at her and responded “this beer doesn’t take phone calls all hours of the night, this beer doesn’t say we are friends, I drink it and it satisfies me, something you have never done”
she yelled “fuck you” and left
She left me for an artist.
