i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
