emotional intimacy

the pic I clicked on
showed her
amazing ass
so I clicked on
her profile
where the first sentence
stated
how much she valued
emotional intimacy—
I thought
or hoped
she was seeking
emotional intimacy w/her ass
which I was more than willing to give
but immediately after
she informed me
which strip club in Portland
she danced exotically at—
she also gave the url
of her onlyfans page
where
for money
one could watch videos
of her
performing sex acts
alone
or possibly
with someone
with which
she shared 
emotional
intimacy

Dead Boyz Took Me to Church

The stale-scene shadowplay
is just too much to take
on a fucking Tuesday

Laughter from far away…
So careful not to break
from whispers on Wednesday

The beast I always slay;
The devil inside- shake
my hips on a Friday

Things you wouldn’t dare say
Bore me to death and fake
yours again on Sunday

Don’t believe anymore…
Monday and Thursday’s whore
burning right out the door

Florida man says

I never knew a snake
that had a clitoris
and I been handling
them all my life
mostly on Sunday
in my church
but you tell them
so-called biologists
they put that shit
they’re playing 
over at that college
in a book
forget about that
coming out 
in a school 
or library
in my town
we’re God
fearing
Panhandle
people
sanctified

Lifetime Achievement

First you take sixty odd years
of muddling through the foliage
like someone half your age
with twice the gusto
and three times
the misplaced ambition
and add the elements
like hot, cold and sub-zero luck
and the unlikelihood
that lightning might strike
twice in your lifetime
as it did when you were
all wet under the nose and ears
during those sordid solid gold years
when everything fell into place
right in front of your face
with its expression
of bewilderment at best
and you pounded your chest
like a Tarzan in your “can do” days
it was all work and all play
under the hot rays of
fun-for-fun’s-sake sun
give or take
some unbearable sorrows
and fears that one day you’d
have to live in the down-and-out
up-and-coming tomorrows
which have now
finally come to pass
so congratulations on making
it this far into your personal story
where you played the hero
and the antagonist to the hilt
no need to feel
imposter syndrome guilt
for you are one hundred percent
the genuine real thing—
a frenetic, pathetic
and yet somehow
still a terrific
human being

What Happened Wasn’t Exactly What Happened

my stay a execution put off
by officers & courtesans 
centuries back when rocks
price a platinum meteorite 
sculpted from autonomous 
scuba slipper ballet gear

I see stars where I oughta 
be wiping up blood spatter

Shut The Fuck Up

Someone always has something to say
when not staring at their phone.
Whining, yelling, screaming, or whispering low—
it feels like getting slapped repeatedly in the face.

To say one loathes the sound 
of the human voice might overstate the case—
like saying the hammer that strikes your skull will surely crack it.
Maybe it won’t.

Someone blathers about the Second Coming.
Someone blurts the homeless should be hung.
Someone screeches that the Earth is flat.
Someone thinks that crocodilians rule us. 

Sticking fingers in the earholes doesn’t help.
Wax plugs might work, or noise reducing headphones.
Or yelling louder than everyone else
and drowning out the voices with your own.

But this would be surrender.
This would be a contribution to the din
not an answer to it, or its refutation.
Better to be quiet then and quietly go mad.

Don’t Stop Until You’re Proud

Think of me in your masturbatory fantasies.
I’m your manic, pixie dream girl
Who sucks your cock like a porn star.

I deep throat your package until I struggle for breath, however, I ensure my saliva properly coats your cock.

I’m generous enough to cradle your balls in my cheeks and feel them swell with the best prize 
I suck and fondle until you breathlessly beg me to sit on your erect throne.

I sit on my throne adorned in submission and jewels from you. You gaze up and I, I, I rock my hips and fuck, we’re more synchronized than Olympic swimmers.

With your hard cock inside of me, I bend backwards, careful not to release you from my vice, and allow your greedy fingers to stimulate my clit. I moan in delight. 

You’re becoming easier to ride. 

You push me off – eagerly wanting to experience me from a different perspective – and I happily oblige. 

Put my legs on your strong shoulders as your broad cock splits me open. I’m gushing like the Niagara Falls. Can you feel how wet I am? Grab my ankles – your hands are the best chains – throw away the lock and key – I’m all yours, no takebacks, my dear! 

Oh! 
God! 
Yes! 
Please don’t stop! 
I can feel your orgasm building and I’m chasing the high. I’m moaning in pleasure and begging to be used. We’re close to being one. You’re so close I can feel- 

Post sex orgasms ripple throughout our intertwined bodies. 

Sonnet for Suzie

I never listen to audio guides at exhibitions 
Come here darling lemme lick your armpits
I’ll rejoice in the Venus tummy 
in peak vampirism     
in staying golden 
Didn’t you say your parents met at Skowhegan? 
Glitter, cat toys, spare umbrella 
parts, the war is never over
and your vertical hair 
has me thinking of Hong Kong Garden
and Margaret Thatcher 
and the time I took a piss in a Grecian urn 
because it’s all just a complex exploration 
Of Beauty.

Out There in the Crumbling Day

The world was never ours
and getting less so all the time,

but we never much cared
for it anyway.

Leave us our little room,
some music and booze,

we’ll be okay.

The other losers out there in the crumbling day
are no longer our concern,

just leave us our little bit of scrapheap beauty,

our little makeshift world
and an eternity to fuck around inside of it.

It’s not much to ask,
we’re not hurting anyone.

Outside there’s fire and the endings of things

but we’re good as we turn the record over
and open another bottle, 

laughing about something
you wouldn’t understand.

nurse jackyl

bet you thought you knew who she was 
but she is a barbarian
now that you come to weep on her rug
and pay for the privilege
she will sew buttons to your living skin
and sing you a lullaby
get full marks for trying it on
if it ends in gratuity
stuffs your turkey tummy all by hand
and smiles like an alien
bet you thought that tuna was fresh
but it glowered like sodium
made you a poser for a new york mag
but you got your stigmata
lay golden eggs in the palm of her hand
from your golden cloaca
still got things to do with your life
let her give you salvation