I don’t want to be
Alone. But, I don’t want to
Be alone with you.
Sad Summary
Category: Poetry
Given the Choice
I’d rather be a
Asshole, Motherfucker, than
A wee weak willed worm.
Geometry of Desire
The line of your thigh
Curves to round your buttock, then
Flattens as your back
Who, Me?
My perversity
Is only curiosity
I am quite wholesome
Gray
Broken and alone
Failing each day a little
More, washed out, used up.
The Cult
Witness these creatures
And their dilapidated
State. Is this God’s will?
Nightmare 1
Toothless hag clamps my
Mouth, waking, smothering me,
Beneath her bathrobe
In between
What do they call it
When you’re not dead but not live
The gray waiting place
Spite
Paradise I gave
You; you call it hell. You took
My secrets and told
The world. Now I
Waste away beneath the ground;
Your satisfaction.
