ponies and horses

oh but the ponies that prance light and glittering upon the fields so green that lay before the eyes and faces of the effervescent beauties of poise and stature may enjoy the spoils of said beauties’ brief attention but those mules who toil back in the dim stables away from high praise they shall reapContinue reading “ponies and horses”

London at 3 a.m.

the street is alive whether that life has a point to it or not whether that life is that that which gives back to the creator or that which sucks the absolute energy away from all around it has yet to be seen whether it’s that guy at the party who’s asking everyone for aContinue reading “London at 3 a.m.”

faces, voices, touches, memories

sometimes I wonder what ever became of them the black girl that came from France who had the skinniest ankles I’d ever seen the brunette with the husky voice who fucked me in my van she had a tattoo on her back of a butterfly and she wrote me a poem the almost-virgin with theContinue reading “faces, voices, touches, memories”

temptation sucker-punch

it was easy before to ignore, to forget the shape was easy to neglect desire found purchase only in memory now that shape was changed and her figure is thin and hard my eyes now linger longer my thoughts draw deeper into new fantasies of lust covetous, predatory, empty of feeling exploding with passion joysContinue reading “temptation sucker-punch”

facing the truth of my condition

got a bump from a stranger that’s why I feel the urge to expell my heart on paper tonight I’ll admit it yes, I did it he offered and I took powder – coke or E or some other letter of the alphabet I don’t know puffed on a cigar for an hour talked aboutContinue reading “facing the truth of my condition”