She wears
the blush of flesh
lit aflame
with the wild wonder
of an untamed
parallel passion.

Desire inspires vampire tendencies,
as I lay succoring on her supple flesh,
the sweet scent of ***
pours off her porcelain skin.

I’ve been baking a cake with
the bad ingredients
we stocked in our cabinets,
sugary and chocolate bits
to rot our internal organs
and stain our already
brown and yellow
broken teeth.

The arc of our life
is a queer covenant,
burning out the porcelain
colored, electric smoking oven
that we were cooking
useless crap in.

The running river of words;
from whence does it spring
& whence does it gather;
what ocean of words await
this traveler on its rapids?

You come in
crying,
giving me
a compunction
to punch him
in an
unpleasant part
that might
stop his
violent heart.

He comes in
all justifying
your crying
says he
didn’t do
what you claimed,
I still want to
******* maim
that *** hat.

The next day
you come back,
tell me
he is not that bad.
You walk away with
the man you claimed
was a big ****
with a small *****.

I walk away
confused as hell.