He thinks through textures and mumbles An unattractive question my way. Inquiry assumes me and just as unlovely I butter the jagged crust of my elbows. When we make love, do I cut you? I skin his curiosities to spite myself Because the girls I lived with were never made for winter. There's nothing springtime … Continue reading Corey’s Sister
And you dance a wet, hot exorcism. That fiendish pianist taps those vertebral keys above your hips, And you bounce and dip all wicked in your two-step. The bone toned disc of the dark hours watches you gyrate and shake, While that Jazz Man whispers a woeful benediction. What was it that made you loose … Continue reading The Jazz Man Howls to the Moon
The boy I love bit deep my garden peach and about his mouth juice ran. In every crack of dried lip it dripped, Inundating the cleft above his chin. And oh how he suckled. I grew this peach for that boy. He may venture full from my garden, but it waters still for him. He … Continue reading The Boy I Love
Good study habits are some of the hardest skills to come by. Despite that one kid in homeroom who treated the hallways like a track meet and maintained a 4.0 GPA, you'd be surprised to know that academic prowess isn't as inherent as you think.
Has less to lose than its predator. Is far more naked than its clothed. And cruel to pursuit, Filled with virile resistance, Still runs. While the apex with desperate hands, Advances by chance alone. Temptation blistering at the mouth, Succumbed to natural instinct As maternal as the hunt. The rabbit was designed for the kill, … Continue reading The Hunted Rabbit
They want me to write urban, Because urban people don't sleep, or sleep peacefully rather. But I've been dreaming Disney far past the avenues and bodegas. I've seen prince charming in a durag and some fitted socks. His horse is a pittie with a muzzle that he promises don't bite. Still, they want me to … Continue reading It’s Spelled D-E-N-I-S-E