Ah!
She's latina thigh
Ice cream
With shining blank
Teeth, skin, and soul
She gazes fiercely
Though terrified
At this sluggish life
Her quiet cotton voice
Stabs me in the chest
Baby, take my blood
Take my eyes
And whatever morsel of soul
You can **** from my body
I'm on fire
Forever burning lust
Like gasoline
For you
I clench my fists
And want to scream
You are inspiring
Honey, you look
So good

I heard it in the dark
Waking alone on the floor
In the middle of the room
After dreaming of nothing
It sounded like it came from
A language unknown to man
Sung by the mockingbird
It was probably a term for
Something like
"The last swaying purple
Velvet flower left alive
After the extinction
Of humanity"
It sounded soothing
I felt a surrounding presence
Of warmth and elegance
It felt like you were lying
Beside me
Wanting to be held
By my arms
It felt like
I was never alone

The lights were still on
As I lifted myself from
The air mattress
To check my back
For bedbug bites
I noticed a young roach
In the sink
He scattered quickly
Then stopped
Staring
As if to dare me
To try and **** him
He was the prideful matador
And I the swollen eyed
Stumbling bull
It was life and death
I tried to smack him
With a water bottle
But he ran and hid behind a pipe
So I took a bottle of aftershave
Tried to drown the *******
In a refreshing burning winterfresh
But he was untouched by the splash
Then he scattered across the wall
I ran and grabbed the worst book
In my collection
The premier book of major poets,
1970
They printed Simon and Garfunkel
In there
I tried to smash the
cunning cockroach
But my fingers touched the
Smashed corpse
Of a previous conquest
I quickly threw the book in disgust
And wished it was the roaches
Wife or mother
Lying dead
Smashed by an awful publication
He ran quickly
Laughing at my frustration
Proud
Then he settled in a hole
Under the edge of the counter
He was the victor
He raised his sword
Toward the sun
And stabbed me in the heart
I fell onto the air mattress
Drooling
The young roach returned to his nest
Proud
He found the fattest female
Flipped her over
With his filthy fluttering legs
He tore open her thorax
Then inserted his roach genitalia
Into the wound
Inseminating her
And assuring his legacy
While I slept
Alone

She stormed into the break room
The hottest piece of *** at the job
She was crying into her phone
"Why you gotta be like this?!...
Your so ****** up!...
But I love you!...
Oh my gawd, why?!"
She buried her wet swollen eyes
Into her hands
Then sobbed uncontrollably
I could here the guy on the phone
He was crying harder than she was
He could hardly speak
I pretended not to notice
Took a bite out of my granny smith
Put my feet up on a chair
And thought
This is the best kind of apple
My favorite apple
And it was real sour
Just the way I like it
I was happy

Tires meeting rain
The only existing sound
The oaks bathed proudly
Feeding off of
A sobbing grey sky
I watched it all
Alone again
Out of a second story window
Only
This time
I didn't realize
That you weren't there
This time
I was finally thinking
About tomorrow

I bit the end off of
A seven dollar cigar
It was raining
The same way it did
24 years ago
The day I arrived
Puffing the heaviness
I felt like an old book
Left out in the rain
Then dried by the sun
Dirt stained, cover ripped off
Pages crumbling
By the softest touch
I thought about
All the hell it took
To get to this cigar
On the porch
I puffed the heaviness
It burned smoothly
And felt all too
Familiar

The fly spent
His final days
Desperately searching
For a way to escape
Through the window screen
When all he had to do
Was open the front
Door