And you chew on my hand,skin and bone,like a mangy dogstill believingin one last caress. You chew on my hand,thirsty for touch,for a point of focus,for the image that loopslike a tired mirror:you chewing on my hand. My hand that strokes...

Stench of stale beer and methamphetamine    sun pinching through a hole      in the middle of a superman beach towel covering the window    smell of urine on the sheets    turn the spigot--- no water from...

your magic is powerfulpressing against your wards I balkto go any further would be foolhardystill I go forward to touch your inner landscapeswhere I hear your indoor voicefull on perversionit excites me to greet you againyes darling let us...

Gas Station CheeseburgersI like gas station cheeseburgers  those red hot burritos too  the sun coming to shine on my back yard  got a woodpecker and squirrel, they think they own the place  i suppose they probably do  like getting...