waiting for the right ones to come along

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

Winter

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.

Horse Cock

A man shot dope in his dick.
It was the only vein that’d stick.
The junk went to his head
He was found to be dead.
But boy, he made quite the stiff.

Secret Diary of A Future Sex Crime Victim

I listen closely
to the hair dryer;
it tells me things.

Things I can’t repeat.

I lie in bed, face blank
as a slice of white bread
in the dark.

I try to visualize
a sentence
that cracks the ceiling.

If I didn’t know
you could snap my neck
like a sparrow’s
how would I ever get off?

Sometimes I like to mouth
a pacifier
while being fucked
in the ass.

A certain light I love
will fall through hemlocks
into a bedroom
at 3pm.

Sometimes I imagine
my throat cut
at the moment of orgasm.

I want to be dead, tied,
wrapped in white,
lying in a rowboat
my lover rows to sea.

Donkey

Summer Rain

I lost track of the time
The days bleed into one
And the burning sidewalks
Are all I know now

Local liquor store smile
Some small excitement
Is better than none
And grows a little more
Each and every time

They venture out in the summer
With children and small dogs
Millefleur dresses
That leave you dreaming
Of the skin that hides beneath

A torrential downpour
Unexpected and sudden
Soaked passersby to the bone
And I laughed
From the beneath the cover
Of the bridge

Scaling Down

When you’re a fat man
every meal
is a sin

I walk past a restaurant
and someone is eating
chicken and waffles
or fettucine alfredo
and they’re thin!

How is it possible?
My knees are splitting
like old oak
I can’t breathe
without the aid
of pumps and hoses

I go to the doctor
and stand on the scale

“Doctor, Jesus, look!” I say
and I tear at my clothes
and rip at my hair
such is my grief

But my doctor is wise,
“Stay away from scales,”
he says,
“you’ll live longer.”

Dummy

Duplication through submission
Numbers tallied through a gem between her legs
Fruition may come through your probing
Perverted penetration and perforation
Subverted and diverted
You, the present resident is bent
Tortured and incorrect

Greetings to you
Abundant redundant fuck
Today is your moment
The armless plastic monarch
Shares her gift with you
A dummy goddess in true beauty
We tolerate no disrespect

Monorchid plastic outside
The soft interior bestows transfiguration
Your essence drains through your toes
New version conclusive
No longer elusive
Repellant
Foul
Waste

droughts & dry spells

usually the apologies
become meaningless—
I’ve said sorry so
many times now
even I have forgotten
what I’m apologizing for
but I guess
it’s for not feeling
normal enough
to sustain
a healthy relationship
for a prolonged
period of time—
for not adapting
and welcoming
another human being
with the love needed
to do so
and for always
thinking the grass
has to be greener
on the other side
only to realize
that a drought
is inevitable—
the dry spells
are what
make
us
thirsty.

Piss On My Face

all I really
want in life
is the chance
to be like a
dog catching
the spray from
an open
fire hydrant.

is that
too much
to ask?

and
some weed,
don’t forget
the weed.