the roar of tomorrow

in the bathroom

taking a massive shit

i hear the yip and yell

of a distressed pooch

i finish and flush

only to find

the pup

on kitchen floor

bathing in

window sunshine

crying at

its own shadow

"silly little dog," i say

while smacking it on the nose

shut the fuck up already

you'll have something

to be terrified over

soon enough

PUSSY ABUSE

i could start off slow
slap your deep inner thigh
until it blushes bright

or
take a leather strap
go at it hard
beat your crotch
until you weep

or
tie you up
and blow hot and paced
until you beg for me
to penetrate your flesh

but i think the best form
the most efficient
is to ignore you
let you walk around
wondering why
you've been
rejected

trampled flowers and other signs of our minor victory

i stand among a plastic garden,
complete with satin flowers
wondering what happened

to the beauty
of death.

there is no beauty in glue

you aged before me
a girl half my number
sitting cement faced
for a massive fat man
doing free sketch portraits
in the park

i watched your
face wrinkle
and crease
17 to 70
in 22 seconds

the image panicked me
and adjusted my gaze away
to the tiled fountain behind your frail head

tiles
glossy brown and blue
in diamond pattern
held together by white grout

grout is never commended
or given any merit

it is rarely noticed
a person does not walk up
and inspect grout
or take count of each bubble and pockmark
in the coarse imperfection
of its surface

they simply do not see the grout

unless it's green and slimy
of course

a person does notice
if it detracts from
the beauty of the
art

that day i wanted to
become grouting

to meld between those tiles
and escape mortal form
to not detract from your beauty

i just need to stay clean
and that's the hardest part

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

only the passing crows noticed i felt empty like a scarecrow that day that existed within your smile

i told you
you are the ice cube
within the coffee cup
suffocating in the steaming black liquid

the coffee is strife
a metaphor for life
on this planet

you giggled
rolled your eyes the way you do
and sipped the cooled coffee

a vice
i
introduced to
you

i was wrong

the coffee is not strife
but my negativity
& apathy
towards living

the ice cube
your heart
& love
for a man
for me

another vice
i introduced
to you

you are a luscious fern and i am the lonesome desert

you are a luscious fern
living in the jungle

no matter how much you desire
to plant your roots in me

i am only desert sand

stay in the soil little fern

all i bring is the unforgiving sun

suffocate in my fire

i am a juggernaut of apathy

& self mutilation

i have no center

no anchor

no control

& will continue

to break down

steady

slow

alone

the night is cold

i am afraid you say

climb into me

there is a hole in my chest

clumsily you enter

i will protect you

as my chest grows tight around

your insecurities

we walk through the night

the day i lose my appeal

watching

a squirrel

dart across
the street

i realize i am lonely

for your insides

perfect

(*)(*)

titties

4

free

the laughter of a dying fly trapped within the belly of a bullfrog can only be heard by none of us

soon i surge ahead

existence nulls all triumph

i am vacant soul

violence and pussy (a haynaku)

that
night on
the 405 freeway

you
partially drunk
ready to fuck

fleeing
home from
that shitty bar

my
cock swelling
already in anticipation

unexpectedly
our plans
derailed by fate

a
blue minivan
rear ending us

all
sexual tension
ruined by chance

it
had to
release some way

i
grabbed one
of your heels

walked
calmly towards
family of three

smiled
warmly as
window rolled down

before
apology given
i swung hard

brought
shoe down
against stiff skull

he
trapped by
seat-belt and fear

bashing
as furious
muscle would allow

you
watching assault
in rear-view mirror

blood
spraying beautiful
like peacock tail

palmed
his skull
thrusting violently forward

nose
broken against
steering wheel column

wife
screamed annoyingly
during the melee

strided
over to
the passenger side

grabbed
the stupid
bitch by hair

pulling
her out
through open window

frail
body dumping
on cold asphalt

kicked
her solid
in soft ribs

entered
the car
to face child

displayed
father's head
scalp flapping forward

"this
is what
happens when you

throw
rocks at
the fucking pitbull"

i
whispered
to reticent child

leaving
the family
under indifferent moon

you
seemed terrified
eyes twinkling wide

the
night lost
i thought "fuck

it"
and slipped
a bloody finger

between
black skirt
parting trembling thighs

it
being the
wettest pussy felt

we
drove home
listening to talk-radio

my
chi spent
on the 405

here is a shitty poem because i feel bad i haven't posted in a long time

i walk home at dusk
everything seems unknown
the lawn chairs are laughing
the moon is laughing
the spider is laughing
i have three keys on my ring
the first doesn't work
the second doesn't work
the third is tight
i panic and think
i do not belong here
but then the door opens
to a small room i do not recognize

***

i walk home at dusk
everything seems alone
the lawn chairs are reticent
the moon is weeping
the spider is laughing
the lock feels violent
or what lies behind the lock
a cell i call home

***

i walk home at dusk
the lawn chairs are broken
the moon is hidden
the spider is crushed
there is no lock
only an empty doorway
to a darkness i don't
want to feel anymore

***

now there is no more walking
there is no more dusk
there is no more anything
spider, moon, chair or me
there is only universe
there is nothing left to
chronicle my failures

this coming event is my
only comfort

amatory conquest #3

knick knack

paddle whack

give a dog a bone

now show me your tits

amatory conquest #2

gasp for me little girl

while we sit here
watching the dumb plane

swim the slow sky
as i gently slide
a finger into you

know you are
special

to me

we are together distant

i am what
cannot be
feigned

you
cover up
what i remain

tomorrow may not
be as
today

today i will cut you open and shove my wiggling fingers into a place never touched by another

a place exists
inside you
alone

a wound exists
outside you
open

fingers push through
wet barrier
connection

i desire to
touch your
untouched

true love

i want to         you in the face and       your bloody lips
            punch                             kiss