Midnight Thirst    In city glow, you stand tall—   Silk slipping slow, revealing your cunt's glisten.   Your scent blooms thick as smoke,   Dew-kissed folds beckoning my tongue to explore.     I kneel, a supplicant to your heat,   Drinking the cream that slicks my lips.   Your tits rise with...

you would think it would eventually heal the gashes would finally seal but even fractured bones will ache long after they've healed from a break so why do they expect perfection when we've been so badly dissected?   we do therapy and group sessions sometimes we do...

Lovers and wife’s lipstick  leave rouge palimpsest  across my funeral arms,    tell the mortician ‘I’m so over them’  and my neck still slips from the rope    If my fingers could pull strings from the sun  they'd strum guitar across your breasts,  could you feel my absent  hands in...

Heading down to the catacombs   of the house, the tomb of forty years   of unfinished pieces, a boulevard of broken dreams,   half-finished art,   empty frames waiting,   longing for their masterpieces.   Past lines unwritten, words without arrangement that spilled out as ghosts   with nowhere to go. Time to dust off my life,   set...