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These autumn months have been long and rolling. I have been used up while driving, challenged to fights, and run down by wild mares. I have sought a viable third party and witnessed a sexy dentist drilling into my tooth. Wicked lucid dreams have left me tempered many mornings with feelings of guilt and doubt and my bed smells so different. Now I am not one to make demands nor am I someone who makes a fuss. But I think I want a small dog to keep me company and to be free from here on out. Please all you people put Chester Himes on your reading list.
Open Me Up
No sugarcoat here, just a romp
In the city and out
amongst the wild and veiled
compliments towards my chest and art.
I am drawn by your back and hips
old pock marks on ribs tense up
A faint smell of food and silk
and I am uncontrollable in my movements.
Your name is so odd to pronounce
smoking one letter after the other
and hands feel their way home
along Venus ridge and forest.
Good morning
I have missed you too
June Afternoon
"ash in the dew"
This lacks a certain esoteric quality, but perhaps I’m unfairly biased, being the subject matter and all. Not that arcaneness constitutes great poetry - I’ve just become so accustomed to an objective position. But this is nice. I’d post my reciprocal efforts (completed last night, isolated, not in conjunction with knowledge of this piece’s existence - if that matters [it should]), but I usually contextualize my poetry, so I wouldn’t be ignorant of your (physical) mailbox the next couple of days…
you blocked me, remember? and then I wrote you that long letter and apologized, even though it wasn%u2019t my fault, and you blocked me again. but he’s done that too, which is why I need to find someone with different qualities. and I’d write and keep in touch and all that, but I just can’t get involved in another long distance relationship, friendship, etc. all that leads to, Adam, is heartbreak, or waking up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat on my skin, and I just can’t do that anymore. but I miss you too. I’ve missed you both for a long time. it%u2019s not waves or little showers, it%u2019s constant. all the time.