Infuriating, Aggravating

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Infuriating, aggravating

But you can’t stop thinking about me

You try & you earnestly try

But you let me become a memory

Now, your man refuses to go down

So, you’re forced to use a toy

You dread the realization

You’ve fallen for a silly boy

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What Were Those Secrets You Wished To Explain

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What were those secrets you wished to explain
Which night do you want me to recall
I’m closing my eyes to open my senses
Your presence always reminds me of Heaven in the Fall
I can’t remember every single emotion
For there’ve been too many we’ve shared
& forever is still so long on the horizon
I can only promise you that my soul will always be bare

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

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A fine suited man with terrible inklings
Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide
Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness
Falling by the wayside with time & tide
Beauty is merely a natural configuration
Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge
His intentions told with a silent tongue
Embraced & now they lovingly merge

College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.

We Have Too Many Judgements

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We have too many judgements
& not enough compassion
A separation of Church & soul
Thus leaving hearts a bit ashen
We’re falling apart at the dreams
The frailty of human existence
Foundering upon our heartbreak
The final hope of our resistance

Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth

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Cavernous depression falling down without truth
Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon
Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world
A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon
Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box
Finding out the little control we have while we’re here
Knowing the results we wish to see once the sun rises
No need to stay dry when you’re drowning in this fear

Hot Moms & Their Fancy Paychecks

Hot moms & their fancy paychecks

You’re nothing but a bartender’s dream

Playing your most important role

All your fantasies down by the stream

It’s all an image, but no substance

No longer is there anything real

Our value system fallen into disrepair

Anything left that you wish to feel