POEM: Fistfight
Stop squirming! He yelled, landing the right jab atop her nostrils. Fists molding to flesh. Splattering her face into pixie dust, sugar dust, the kind you licked from plastic straws during childhood summers. She attempted to lick the mess, to clean the slate, to — The man, Roger Cardinals, planted another fist along her rib…
POEM: Will you listen to my Poem?
She stood in a moonlit silhouette, perched on the corner of DAYS GONE AVE and REGRET CIRCLE. Was she late? Vodka tainted breath and voluptuous lips, peering amidst stifled traffic, tragic, a boy has fallen on the sidewalk. Tragic, the boy is beaten and starved when he returns home. Tragic, the boy will drink through…
POEM: Pizza Party, Phil
Vestibular nozzles trembling across razor blades and breasts, Nipples slicing and dicing until soldering to sweet pineapple jam. Pizza Party, Phil. Kill Phil, Phil takes sleeping Pills. Phil was killed by his wife, Sleeping pill Subway submarine, with extra sausages and a cashier’s sleight of hand. Pin punctured lungs maximize cortisol, bears pussy lickers and…
POEM: Why don’t you fuck yourself
Why don’t you fuck yourself, Tasteless, classless act…. Wasters of wine, patriarchs of the penniless, systems of the down. How about you suck my cock? Sock my knock? Block my dock? Why don’t you live under a rock and shoot heroin, fentanyl sorry. Pathetic. Why don’t you sit under a rock and shoot fentanyl, snort…
POEM: I Hate Surprises
Don’t take kindly to malpractice. Whispers of sleuths, roses akin to friends. Passions and yearnings for big black ebony porn with white cum stain on cocoa porcelain. Jack of all trades.Jack me off, Jade.Grenade! How about you get laid? Sam hasn’t been to the town hall, He has, only one ball. God said, you will…
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