The reddish fox is an inscrutable bird

the urge to shame is deep
cartoon foxes mewl
licking bright red tongues
over the scroll bars
of your website

Deserving of an orgasm, in the night she wandered

(As rejected by L⁴ for being too 'vaginy' and 'grody' - yesss!)

1
this thing it's so big
it tears my orgasm from me
like half-hanging-off teeth
with a satisfied dull pop

2
pushing your tampon too far in is worrisome sometimes
but leaving it too far out sometimes chafes
like where the ice skating rink was in winter
a chick that holds it for you like a hose while you spray

3
a light sprinkling of milk chocolate syrup
mars your snowy torso
insensitive jerks intone proclamations
of you needing to get laid

4
sadly peering into your openings
the puss and play congeal
when do you think we might be friends?
when i'm a balloon animal with a twisted bulb for a nose?

a plain box containing jagged insignificance

the agnostic roach

small & perfect

crawled
                      across
                                        the
                                                    white
                                                                        counter

as He

made his presence

apparent

soon the
insect

was certain god

didexist

despite his

                                                                                                                        ignorance

i am mighty like the space between the fire and your eyes

you kissed her

i came in her pussy

win for me dickhole

win for me

A poem about what goes through my head when I watch acts of senseless violence

Could I do that?
I could do that
Oh, I couldn't do that
Or maybe I could
I could do that if pushed
If someone was threatening
Me with disembowelment
Using a big fuck-off knife
Or a teaspoon

I would so do that
I would, I would, I could
I'd have to hold my nose
And squeeze my eyes shut
But I could do it
I could do that
I could do you
I would do you
I should do you

I will do you
In the dark
In the night
In the heart
In the neck

With?
With
Without?
Without
And with
Yes
With

With

Happiness is a worn vein

hey guess what?
i don't want to be happy
if happy means
you don't blow up
or say fuck
a few too many times
you get a little
and there you stop
content with your
BANALITIES
i don't want to be happy
if it means things
and more things
and a pretty little girlfriend
who makes you dinner
and rarely sucks your cock
let me a die a death
well-deserved
because i'm not happy
with bullshit

My Old Room

The new tenant said
Call me Jack, kid
So I showed him my old room
My mother always
Asleep in the nude
A blanket tangled round her head
Her widespread legs
My old room
Hidden thick
Behind feral shag
And he smiled so
I smiled


~O~