Whisper me lulabye as I bleed through blackened hymns gathering at the river arching my back and you answer with tongue from down in your tote peeling the petals of my flesh, spiting seeds for the pagan’s rosary, fucking...

1.I’m up at 4am and where are you?She’s so dazzling, so free, anal queenOn my big bright California screen. Are you enjoying yourself sweetie?I talk to her as if we’re having coffee.I’m not wise, but I wish I couldSow the...

If I’m on my knees or on my back, it’s not because of the Patriarchy.And it’s not because I love you. It’s because in my world there’s nothing drowning me or grabbing me by the throat except when I...

We need more pretty girls,With actual thighs.Big, but not too big tits.Girls like you!Remember you once woreFlowers in your hair?That was before you suckedHis cock on the stairway goingUp to the bedroomWhere another guy waitedWho then made love to...

I could tell on the ride over youwere thinking “will she/won’t she?”But let me be clear, I said the vows:love, honor and spread. And besides,there’s nothing I would rather do.So, unzip me you slick motherfucker,and I’ll return the favor...

imagine...her tongue dripping midnight's cum off the side of her chin like she done licked the pussy clean, listening to the cicadas scream...imagine, the dildo of flesh and bone, black Cadillac, sliiding in your ass, as you play Little...

I am the tongue behind your wobbly knees...ashes of decay that burns within your obsession,hungering for meat of Friday with no time for "ILove Lucy." In for a penny, listening to you sighlike a Bambi on fire as the...

Bury me under the water and hold me there,Wag wiggle waggle your tongue up and down and all around.Tell me this is the night you fell in love with me!Follow me to my place of work and my place...

I am not carpenter but I built my mind like a playhouse where my demons hangout... with a scalpel, I peel back the skin on her thigh, just to watch her bleed, and as it trickles, I die a...

An atheist by twilight aroused by my proclivities in my mind's Taj Mahal bordering on insanity surrendering to the malady succoring my face as you straddle my quill postering your thighs spilling your ink with a blasphemous cry as...

Imagine the tea and bamboo holding a silent vigil in the twilight falling. A haunting breath and shadow of Musette. Harvesting my soul with every sip of her tongue quietly. Suspended in the bamboo a mysterious melancholia. As she...

Fever Poem after Arthur RimbaudWhile Ophelia floats,Mad with love,I diddle myself as ifI could fly, as if I could get enoughSpeed to break throughThis gravity of depressionAnd fear then it would somehowMake me OK to be and be with...

A Devastation une dévastation I. Lost in the gulf ofwantingyouallthetime. Who's gonna fuck me blind?You are, lover! You and all that dick.You and only you! You're a month andI'm the moon(the first cool thing I've seenin all that time). It's crazy how hard you are,how...

Across the obsidian skya chatoyant shiver of lighttracing the moon's slow tidesintoxicating the breathless driftkissed by the blues of midnightin a dark silken dresspulling me heavy into blissof the rhythm burning inside me

...for the love of the "philia" the rhythm easy as the eros of the night bled into the wallshungry, parting my thighs, mourning the soul swallowing me whole, invited to my bed, mysweet Rumpelstiltskin...love of the "philia" uncouth, with...

...a humid shirt's obsession on cajun bayou, th' fireflies blink lazy...Aint no mojo goin' to fuck up th' gumbo or pull me under where th' crawdads dance in tiny little slippers. Just like th' shirt scratchin' my back, holdin'...

...a quiet quill in translation deliberately hanging in air whispering intimacy in tempo unanchored in gravity between every heartbeat to hush tracing the vowels like a metronome bleeding softly on a paper with no punctuation, but a pulseof the...