indifferent fantasy, the dream

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.



thank goodness for the pressing white
blouses; sharp and pressed and matching
the porcelain precious
veneer of sincerity,
framed by gloss and ruby
wax lyrical smiles

thank goodness for the wink and the naming
and the swagger of softness and suppleness
with defining black, I imagine, lace lines
that would snap and slide and make mine
pressing on lily white, I imagine, virgin
five mile thighs

tell tales of black

blood’s friction heats my eyes
locked on your central throbbing
all but flesh, avails none
but my pleasure of its forsaking

i waste you bitch

raggedy doll, strewn dirty aside
crimson stained wretched sheets
boards and cunts nailed cold
tied with tender love

wake up for wet

toes will curl and moans will echo
with want or spite, pleasure or pain
scream my name and rip my skin
with more or less, all or none

you sleep and choose

scarring blackness sheets memory
soon to have with release
good girls tell tales asleep
bad girls tell tales to death

Your riddle

What words to describe
this news, this riddle in tale?
Spinning, I’m thrown
out of known, out of comfort
into this place
where thudding beats
of anxious greets me
where never thoughts
become not-nevers

What is this love
Free my intrigue
Smack my crazy mind
and put to rest
what I dare to not
now even think
To ponder a truth
of drunken nerve
my jealously not