Needle
I wish I could say
What is on my mind
Instead of searching for words
Wasting time
Desperate for what
I will never find.
Stasis
Black spaces
Warped faces
Dirty places
Paper chases
Free bases
Mind erases.
The Return
I am depressed
My friends are back
I am sad
My skin is cracked
I am mad
The sores have returned
I remain
This is what I deserve.
Newborn.
In the morning,
Nose is dry, bloody, and burned
Head throbs, body sore
We drank the ocean,
Snorted the sky,
Smoked the Earth, and more
A vacation, an escape
In other words, a rebirth
So, it is only fitting we should wake
Crying like the newborn.
Hairless, careless.
Hairless, careless
She'll fuck anything with a pulse
Nimble body, feline grace
You are the one I miss the most.
Stages.
My mind crumbles in stages
But I still have time to fill these pages
My words, my sweat, my blood, my cum
Soon all of this will be done.
Swim.
I want to tear you apart
Limb from limb
Drain your blood
Go for a swim.
Temporary Lover.
Part of your rotation
Another day
Lost within the crowd
One of many
From one to another
To another and on to the next
You’ll soon again see my face
But then it will be like the others
Another face of a temporary lover.
Mutt.
I am lost within her gaze
And I melt in her arms
Her call leaves me breathless
Her touch leaves me senseless
I am a dog at her feet
I am a slave to her needs
I lay with filthy beasts
Upon the shit and piss
I should have been smarter
But I deserve this.
45.
Biking these roads
Is suicide,
Damn near impossible without gears
So it should come as no surprise
I am here with my two wheels.
The Boy and His Fox.
The morning.
Boy wakes, sunshine gleaming.
In his arms lay a girl, his girl.
"My little fox," he whispers.
His hands glide over her warmth, feeling every curve of her shape.
He kisses her back and nibbles her skin.
She cooes, intertwining her body with his.
Offering her neck, she beckons him to take a bite.
He sinks his teeth, sending shivers down her spine.
She wraps her arms around him and they embrace.
She turns to him.
Staring into her big brown eyes, boy thinks,
"This could be love."
But, once again
Boy is thinking with his little head instead of his big head.
The Machine.
Sometimes when
The machine takes control
I black out
become something else
It isn't until after I cum
That I return to this reality
And occupy my physical form.
One.
I have come to find that
Los Angeles is
nothing more than
Solo-motorists and
Self-medicators.
Mad.
A slave to the machine
Out of control
With no hope of getting clean.
Static
My Brain melts with
Each passing three-minute pitch.
Hypnotism for Couch Potatoes.
And here I thought
Porn was desensitizing.
25
Can't just log in and
Ten minutes later call it a day.
Have to
Pace, Work, Struggle
Have to
Earn Orgasm.
Reminders
We are walking reminders
Of all the things we hate
All the dark and seedy thoughts
Suppressed below the waist.
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Kiss me under the water
Show me you truly care
Trust in these beautiful eyes
Trust in these unflinching lips
But first,
Lets take our final sips
Our devils brew
Our romantic evening for two
I know you love me
Your body says
Its true
Forget the world
Close your eyes
Kiss me under the water
And say
“I do.”
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I am but a man
A man without a path
Lost within this sea of lights
I can never go back
They call me
The wanderer
Nothing but a mere
Ponderer
Musings of a hard life and
Love lost
Seeking answers and
Satisfaction
All at
The ultimate cost.
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I am
Walking Breathing
Contradiction
Forever feeding
My addiction.
I pick Her up in West Hollywood and
We drive an hour and a half toward Pasadena
Switzer Falls, Angeles National Forest
We Hike
We climb
Conversation is sparse
We sit atop a dry waterfall
We hike down to the bottom of
That very same Waterfall
We hike back
Conversation is sparse
I driver back to West Hollywood and
Drop her off at her apartment
Say Goodbye
Haven't spoken since.
Scammed!
Scammed, I tell you
There I was
Minding my own
Business
Watching internet
Porn
When mere moments
Before the
Pop-shot The
Video cut to a
Title card reading,
"Visit Fuckspace.com for Full Video"
So,
I blew my load to
An advertisement
Fuck me.
No
Original thought
Just urges to
Violate Thots
There I go again
A moment of respite
Becomes a
Quest for Carnal Pleasures
The Original Sin.
I am
Embittered by
My failures
Bewildered by
My circumstance
I know
I can move forward
I know
I can be greater
I am
Bigger
I am
Better than
This dollar store whore.
I do not wish to speak with anyone
The way I do with you
I do not wish to share myself
With anyone else
This much I know to be true.
I desire a hole
In which to dump
My seed
I want your hungry mouth
To beg
Eyes tearing
Makeup smeared
I want to hear you
Plead.
With all of these mirrors
I think I have friends
With all of these mirrors
At least I can pretend
White walls and
Blank spaces
Dirty knees and
Warped faces
Dreams and
Greater aspirations
All I have left now
is
Masturbation
Such perplexion
Such a bind
Jerk Myself
Until I am
Blind
Liberation!
I can no longer
See
No more
Mirrors nor
Reflection
I am finally
Free.
Burgundy fluid
Spilling out of the glass
Glistening red velvet
My body warms
With a single pass
Expand my mind
Open my heart
Lovers at last
'Til death do us.
I love the calm
Moments of silence
Between the
Crashing waves.
Sun in the air
Sand in my hair
I love the beach
When I am there
Comfortable silence
No words to share
I love the beach
When I am there
Climbing cliffs
And rolling rock
Crashing waves
Nature’s clock
I can peacefully lay
In the sand
Without a care
I love the beach
When I am there.
White Pleather
Porno Staple
Disguises cum and spit
Highlights dirt and shit
Beneath candescent light
Skin and fabric
Melt together
Dripping sweat upon
White Pleather
I close my eyes
You’re all I see
My Little Fox
The better half of me.