The Truck Stop Café

crank

cabin fever

me and the old lady
in our cabin, chillin
livin off the grid
livin off solar panels
and psychedelic drugs
roastin meat and
makin sweet love.

knock knock knock.
i freeze

and turn to her in disbelief;
we live in the woods
south of nowhere
in a damn cabin
who could that be?

she huffs, shrugs
the knocking
intensifies
so i go
naked
to open it
(we’re nudists)

it’s a grizzly
ahhhh!
i freeze

but he’s wearing
a suit, cradling
a briefcase
in his paws
what
the fuck

he asks me
if i’m interested
in being mauled
i ask him
how can you talk
you’re a bear right
and then he mauls us

and then i wake up
and it’s just me,
my bed,
and my beloved
boner.

Slugs

My heart was your bell jar

You left it smeared with
Shit and blood
Crawling with slugs

Crying for you is like
Being pissed in the face
By a drunken cop

You’re the filth on my skin
The rot in my veins

I want someone else
to hate and despise you for me
I feel dirty enough
For loving you

The Track

That First Time is Different With Everyone

Afterwards, you lay, your stomach
covered in the salt of my desire
and purred, still not content
but well on the way
against your fingers.
I kissed you again, stroked
your neck where it was most flushed,
and when you came, bit back
the scream (so as not to wake
my parents), you shivered, long
and red,

then drifted off to sleep.

At a Strip Club in the Middle of Pennsylvania

She moves my beer bottle out of reach
and says “I have a clumsy ass.”

Spread across the bar she scissor-kicks
and grabs her ankles then cradles her tit.

Some Japanese writing is tattooed
a few inches to the left of her g-string.

I try to make out the design
while she makes sexy stripper faces.

She points at the ink and says “Mother first.”
“As in?” I say.

She crawls back on to the dance floor.
“As in” she says “I have kids at home.”

I take a swig off my beer
and stop to applaud the moment.

She leans in to me with a smile
her tits pushed together like a basket.

I give her one dollar for the performance
another dollar for the kid at home.

She thanks me with a kiss on the cheek
then pets my head like a small poodle.

Taking a Break

She said, “Hey, man.
I think we should
take a break.
You know,
give each other
some space.”

But,
what I really
think she meant
is that we should
just fuck other people

because there’s plenty of fish
in the sea, and that shit
is deep
af.

 

Another Bloody Year

You are the dirty knife
that slits my throat
on all my birthdays
Then
cuts my cake
‘Blow out those candles now, bitch’,
I read your lips

I always loved
your sense of humor
You just never loved mine

Happy Birthday to me