hers was not for this or that of mine, but for
this and that of his, i knew, as she
skipp’ed past and fell, into
his or someone elses’
i need less than i want
namely and actually
freedom to be/have/express character
warm wrapp’ed thighs on mine, and
i’m hatching a plan
i need a thug, who is quite skilled and experienced, and who,
for a moderate fee,
will cause me not insignificant (but not life threatening)
so that i might taste the sweet ecstasy
of our first kiss, once again
& where’s next?
willed into the blustering
cold and wet night
i ran with a wheezing
heart and straining stride
alone in the crowds of hissing
cars and dazzling lights
i ran faster, and free
she opened up to me, and she opened up to me. i expected flow’ering of love and such but instead got words of foul stench and fuck fuck fuck dirrrrty disgust. that made me harder and made me grin with a smeared red and rotten mouth.
the next morning i woke wrapped in stained sheets and stained but indifferent memory. she brought me breakfast with welt marks on her ass and rope burns on her wrists
, but she kissed me gently and strummed her fingers on my bare chest as i ate. she told me she loved me. that made me harder and made me grin with a greased butter and bacon mouth.
of you, being
shine is a cliche
, i know,
but it’s o’ so un
this is gonna hurt
but you’re ready
yes, i’m ready
you’re prepared, and you’re smart
i have the perfect plan
you’re stronger then ever
i’m strong and i’ll fly
you’ll fly high noah
this is gonna hurt, but i’ll fly, and i’ll fly, and i’ll soar
across the other side of the park from where i sat, there stood a young woman. she wore a yellow dress. she was looking up into the branches of the tree that shaded her. she held her arms out to the side, palm facing upwards, and she gently swayed like the breeze. the world passed her by. time passed her by, but still,
in the shade
like the breeze
in that yellow
she, as now i, was lost in this moment.
in the breeze her hair flitter’ed, her dress flapp’ed, and my heart flutter’ed when she stopped and stood still. she slowly reached her hands higher to the branches above that shaded her. gently falling was a flower, from that tree, shaken loose by the breeze that swayed her. she cupped her hands and let the flower land gently in her palms. lifting it to her face, she breathed in it’s fantastic frangance. then as quickly as her smile beamed and lit up the shade of the branches above her, she let the flower float off in the breeze once more.
i looked down the blank page of the note pad in my lap and wrote “across the other side of the park from where i sat”. when i looked back up, the girl in the fantastic yellow dress was gone.
when where the good ol’ days?
i’m not sure exactly, but i’m willing to bet it was some time
before the woman in the street with the three cats started
screaming her fucking lungs out about something i can’t
how do i fly?
i winked, upcurled my lips
then turned with a jink, and called out
what are you going
to dream about
i’m going to dream about
you, (and a balcony over the water, with a plunge pool)
you are sleeping, or reading, or both.
there is a siren and a dog barking in
the otherwise silent evening air. the
cadence of my breath is my other
fuck, this swillering night has taken me
hostage. i’m addicted to storms, dreams
volatilous women, and other drugs of
choice. i’m devoured,
and drunk on your tease.
there was rain all the night and i woke
at a quarter past somethin’
with memories of a dream
and i tossed and turned and you
(tossed and turned)
me over and over
until the rain blew in and the sheets
were wet, and we lay in the bliss
of the morning
i looked down upon wondering, wondrous eyes.
they looked up and asked
how do you fly?
i felt strong
it was you in me
and i roared
sure as hell
i have nothing
else to need
look me in the eye
reveal to me
everything you’ve not yet
dared, but secretly
look me in the eye
so, you had coffee with her?
yes, i told you that
but noah, that’s not all is it
what do you mean?
you didn’t just have a regular latte did you
you had a cappuccino
so what if i did?
noah, a cappuccino! you know what that leads to
what are you implying?
first it’s cappuccino, then it will be macchiato!
well, you don’t have macchiato with me any more!
oh my god Noah, did you have a macchiato with her?
well, no. not exactly
not exactly! what exactly did you have with her noah? tell me the truth!
the truth? you want the truth!?!
yes Noah, the tru-
WE HAD A FUCKING AFFOGATO! YES, THAT”S RIGHT! A FUCKING AFFOGATO! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
i.. fu… no.. noah…
i’m sorry. i never meant,
SHUT UP NOAH YOU FUCKINGFUCKINGFUCKIN ASSHOLE!
no wait, don’t,
i saw a goanna and a trail of snake.
camphor lined my senses differently.
the sun literally beat me but was hidden by the very deepest blue sky that i ever did see in my ever ever.